Friday, January 21, 2022

Fly On The Wall In Limbo

     Welcome to another edition of Fly On The Wall group blog postings, hosted by Karen of Baking In A Tornado. Today, three bloggers are bravely inviting you into their homes for a peek at what goes on behind closed doors.

     So far, January has been quite entertaining. We celebrated the New Year, then a grandchild's birthday, and have also had some pretty fun times around the fire pit since the weather here in Florida has turned cold (yes, a whopping 60 degrees----BRRR!). But this is the kind of weather I thrive in---cooler days---because this girl does not like to sweat. And of course, that pesky fly on the wall has been buzzing around my family the whole time, eavesdropping on our conversations. Here are some snippets of what he overhead:  

"That dog food stinks. Is it a new brand?"
"Yep. How did you know?"
"I have a really strong sense of smell, especially for gross stuff."
"Then why did you marry me?"

"What did the doctor say about your swollen knee cap?
"He said  I have water on the knee. I guess I don't have to worry about drowning because this thing is big enough to act as a floatation device. "

"How dumb is this---our car insurance rates went up because they say the area we live in has become more populated."
"So, if we move to a deserted island, will they give us the Gilligan discount rate?"

"It's amazing that those doctors were able to do a human heart transplant by using a pig heart. Hopefully, the patient's body will accept it." 
"Does that mean that from now on, the patient will have an aversion to eating bacon or ham? 

"Whoever invented the game of Twister must have been a master at yoga."
"Or he really liked pretzels." 

"Hey, did you see that you received an invite in the mail to your 45th class reunion? You need to RSVP."
"I doubt the committee will get that many RSVPs. More likely they'll get news of a lot of classmate RIPs."

"Don't you hate waiting for news from the doctor? It leaves your plans in limbo."

"I have a bad back--my limbo days are over." 

"Our dinner guests are arriving soon---do you have everything ready?" 
"Yep! The roast is in the oven, champagne is chilling on ice, the playlist is ready, and I sprayed down the entire house with Microban."
"Nothing says party 2022 like booze and a can of Microban." 

"I can't wait to get to the restaurant! The last time we were there, I loved their handcrafted cocktails."
"Not me--I'm not drinking that stuff again."
"Why? I thought you liked the tropical flavors."
"No, because that Tropical Reef Drink I ordered gave me tropical grief the next morning."

"What did the doctor say about your back? When will you stop being in pain?"
"When I'm dead."

Here's to wishing everyone a Happy 2022! It can only get better, right? RIGHT?? Cheers!

Buzz around these other blogs and see what you think! 

 Baking In A Tornado                      

The Diary of an Alzheimer’s Caregiver 


  1. "Nothing says party 2022 like booze and a can of Microban." PERFECT line!

  2. Loved this Marcia! So glad there is an end limit to the aches and pains! 😉

  3. Your family sounds like a lot of fun, Marcia, aches, pains and all the rest! Very entertaining post. Loved the pics! :D

    1. Thanks Debbie. Yes, we have our own brand of fun over here, ha-ha!

  4. You're house sounds like so much fun! I'm from KY and live in SC & I was used to cold and snow but now I'm like you 60 is freezing!

    1. For real---it's supposed to be in the low 40s this weekend and I'm already dreading it!



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