Party Results
Bruce, feeling scruffy and a little foggy, was beginning to think his wife was right–partying on Sunday night may not have been the best choice–and that last beer, well . . .
Like a Toothache!
After getting settled in Idaho, Junie, when asked if she missed L.A., replied, “Yeah, like a bad toothache . . . !”
Insurance Scam
Al’s mortgage banker was insisting on flood insurance; after all, he was in a “flood plain.” Al was pretty sure it was just a bank scam to grab some cash . . .
Back Trouble
Mervyn (pictured) had been putting up with a sore back for years; his health insurance didn’t cover chiropractor visits.True, he wasn’t real active, didn’t dance or play basketball, but even if he had to pay for it himself, he was going to see the chiropractor and get this kink in his back straightened out.
Cold Turkey
When Benji’s wife insisted he quit smoking–go cold turkey– he (and she) hadn’t realized quite how tough it would be . . .
There Goes the Neighborhood
Jack could only stand there and shake his head sadly; the new Forest Service signs said the area would be open to ATV’s in the summer and Snowmobiles in the winter. He hadn’t minded the loggers so much, they came, cut and then left, but this had a more permanent feel to it. All he could say was, “There goes the neighborhood.”