One terrible winter in the UK it was really foggy and very dark at night. So foggy that I could not even see the driving wheel of my car, never mind being out on such a night.
But out I was; and I had to get home.
So I decided to drive very very carefully and follow closely, but not so close, the red lights of the car infront. Luckily he was driving very carefully too. And he always indicated as he turned left or right. So all was well as I drove in familiar surroundings, albeit it was difficult to make out the buildings and other noticeable landmarks in town.
We drove for miles ... me following him by focussing on his red lights. Until he suddenly stopped and the red lights went out.
Yes Mary~offend those two and watch out for the lightning bolts :) A good sense of humor keeps us from taking ourselves too seriously, which can get us in all kinds of trouble.
Victor, Know wonder I keep getting lost in the blogosphere! But I didn't want to insult you by being a "back seat driver". Men hate that. Randy always comments that there should be a second brake pedal on the passenger side of our car.
I just thought of something. Do you think Randy deleted me?! I'm going to check! If he did, I hope he likes spam (don't ask...I think it's a concoction of roadkill and chemicals) for supper. (You wouldn't want to drink a good whisky with it. Not even a fine Brandy. Even my dog turns up his nose at it.)
I can do you one better on this one, Victor - here in the little state of Cow Hampshire we actually have a restaurant called the Roadkill Cafe and they serve moose that have been struck down by cars along with other things. And you don't even have to bring in your own road-kill... they do it for you!! Yep! I'm serious! Up north in the mountains. Randy and I were staying at an inn up there when one of the guys got a call saying that a moose was down and off he went with his truck to grab it.
I'm sorry you missed your appetizer, Victor. It's a sad day indeed when a man misses his salmon for lack of opportunity. My condolences, dear friend. At least you got your just desert.
I really don't know why anyone would wish to follow me. I don't even know where I'm going!
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
Oh ... and another thing about following.
ReplyDeleteOne terrible winter in the UK it was really foggy and very dark at night. So foggy that I could not even see the driving wheel of my car, never mind being out on such a night.
But out I was; and I had to get home.
So I decided to drive very very carefully and follow closely, but not so close, the red lights of the car infront. Luckily he was driving very carefully too. And he always indicated as he turned left or right. So all was well as I drove in familiar surroundings, albeit it was difficult to make out the buildings and other noticeable landmarks in town.
We drove for miles ... me following him by focussing on his red lights. Until he suddenly stopped and the red lights went out.
He'd parked in his garage!
God bless.
Yes Mary~offend those two and watch out for the lightning bolts :) A good sense of humor keeps us from taking ourselves too seriously, which can get us in all kinds of trouble.
ReplyDeleteOh no. I have given up watching my follower count. Just as long as I continue to follow Jesus. Blessings to you dear Mary.
ReplyDeleteVictor,
ReplyDeleteKnow wonder I keep getting lost in the blogosphere! But I didn't want to insult you by being a "back seat driver". Men hate that. Randy always comments that there should be a second brake pedal on the passenger side of our car.
I just thought of something. Do you think Randy deleted me?! I'm going to check! If he did, I hope he likes spam (don't ask...I think it's a concoction of roadkill and chemicals) for supper. (You wouldn't want to drink a good whisky with it. Not even a fine Brandy. Even my dog turns up his nose at it.)
Victor,
ReplyDeleteI ment "no" knot know but u probibly new that alreddy...hic
Did he let you park in the garage with him? And out of curiosity did his wife's side have a golf ball hanging on a string? Because, if it did...
errr...Karin? We are having a thunderstorm right now...but you probably didn't know that...right...right?
ReplyDeleteJBR,
ReplyDeleteI have lost count of your followers too. As a matter of fact, I think I lost count when it got into the four hundreds :)
You are right on the mark with your comment about Jesus!!
I understand Spam was very popular in the UK instead of meat, during the war. It is still found in shops these days.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of road-kill ... there's a restaurant in the UK where if you take a road-kill they'll cook it for you and serve it as your meal.
It took me ages to drag in a dead cow the other day!
If my car had ended up in the river I would have had salmon for starters too!
Thankfully it slid down the river bank and got stuck there. So we had mud-pie to finish off our meal.
God bless.
You guys are too funny! Chuckling as I read down your comment list :)
ReplyDeleteI can do you one better on this one, Victor - here in the little state of Cow Hampshire we actually have a restaurant called the Roadkill Cafe and they serve moose that have been struck down by cars along with other things. And you don't even have to bring in your own road-kill... they do it for you!! Yep! I'm serious! Up north in the mountains. Randy and I were staying at an inn up there when one of the guys got a call saying that a moose was down and off he went with his truck to grab it.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry you missed your appetizer, Victor. It's a sad day indeed when a man misses his salmon for lack of opportunity. My condolences, dear friend. At least you got your just desert.
Noreen,
ReplyDeleteWe have to do this at least once a week to restore ourselves to sanity. How would we survive the blogosphere otherwise? Lol!
A man took a roadkill to a restaurant where they cooked it and he ate it. Then they gave him the roadkill's bicycle.
ReplyDelete(Ooops very sick joke! Now Mary will ban me from her website!).
God bless.
I'm too busy laughing to ban you!!
ReplyDeleteOh, you mean your restaurant actually cooks it first?
Here in hicksville we eat 'em raw! Haven't you ever read my profile question yet?
Colleen,
ReplyDeleteWell, the blogosphere needed to be "aired" out and what better way to do it than a little bit of sick humor :)
Don't worry, your bicycle is safe!