Good morning!

I just worked more hours in 3 days than I was off, many, many more now that I think about it. It's nice outside but I'm freezing, the thermostat says it's 65 degrees in here. I would turn on the heat but this is my free air conditioning month and I don't want a huge electric bill. But damn, the outside AC is working well. I imagine that I'll be sweating by noon and then I'll have to start taking layers of clothing off.

Solaris asked a quesrion, it could have been rhetorical, but I'm going to answer it anyway. Here's the question:

would you personally, Meg, co sign on a car loan for one of the guys you're dating, or worse for a married man who cheated on his wife with you? What kind of person must one be to do that?

First of all, I wouldn't want a full grown man who needed a co-signer in the first place. That doesn't say much about the man and his ability to take care of business. But to answer your question, no, I wouldn't co-sign for anyone other than family and there are a few of them that I wouldn't co-sign for. It's just not a good idea because it WILL cause trouble in the relationship when the nit wit doesn't make a payment or is even late with one. So, don't worry about it, if he even NEEDED a co-signer, he'll screw up eventually and that will be a source of contention between the 2 of them.

I'm going to publish this now and then come back and write some more. My puter is an ass and it shuts down when it feels like it and then I lose anything that I've done. I'll be right back, or...I'll be back when the puter lets me back.

Well, what do you know? It let me back in. Maybe it's so early that the gremlin who lives in my motherboard doesn't realize that I'm here.

I was thinking about something the other day. When you have a loved one cremated, unless you bury the urn, what do you do with it? I guess some people stick it on a shelf or in a closet somewhere. I think they should make something more useful to put the ashes in. Maybe a nice lamp would work well. You could even water the ashes down and use them as part of a painting for the wall. You could honestly say that you have a painting of your mother...or whomever. Personally, I'd prefer that to the back of the hall closet. Just something to think about. If some stupid undertaker dude uses my idea here, I'll sue their asses.

Oh well, I do think of some silly things while I'm sitting here alone. Yesterday I had to turn a door to door salesman away and I hate doing that. Rick used to take care of such crap. I have no sales resistance so I would order something knowing that when Rick got home, he would just call and cancel the order. I would buy anything that even looked halfway good because I knew that he would take care of it. Can you imagine how much he must have loved that? I would have loved to place an order for, "Four of the red ones, eight blues and a dozen plaid." Then, Rick would come home and have to cancel that order for dildo's.

I've actually never had one of those but I did have an odd friend in nursing school who carried a huge green one in her car. That was one odd chick. She carried it around waving it out the window as though it was her team and it was about to win a national title or something like that.

OK then, I have to go work out in my yard before I go to bed for the day. I should go to bed now, but I'd sleep until dark and I need to at least pick up the crap that I trimmed before I trimmed that second extension cord.

I'll be back after I finish working in the yard, maybe I'll think of something else that's just plan dumb to tell you about.

See ya,

Meg




Meg