Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s Comments (group member since Sep 20, 2013)

Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s comments from the Net Work Book Club group.

I wonder if we'll ever see Groovy again, MrB. I miss her.

You know why cows never talk? Because any point they make is mooooot.

ok, here’s a real one:

A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel on his pants, a peg leg and a parrot on his shoulder. The bartender says, “Hey, you’ve got a steering wheel on your pants.”
The pirate says, “Arrrr, I know. It’s driving me nuts.”

Q: When does a “bad joke” become a “dad joke”?
A: When it’s apparent.

Patriciaenola wrote: "Why did the Dinosaur cross the road
It was the Jurassic era and there were no chickens around"

Excellent!!

What do you call a bear with no ears?
B.

I wonder if Ghost Chickens in the Sky is still on Youtube?

What do you get when you cross a grizzly with a harp?

A bear-faced lyre.

Patriciaenola wrote: "Supposing you were shot - is that a bulletin - does that count"

LOLOL!!

What do you call it when a chicken stops laying eggs?
Henopause.

I always wanted to be a Gregorian Monk, but I never got the chants.

Never run with bagpipes. You could put an aye out, or even worse, get kilt.

mrbooks wrote: "You smaller needles and hooks to look forward to now. or a new cross breed Knitting hoodles or crocheting neeks."
And this is why I love you, MrB. I'll be chuckling about this all day.

Needles, pins, triplets, twins! But if she got involved with a male hook(er)...who knows!

Reminds me of a sonnet I once wrote on a (sadly now defunct) vegeterian website. It began, "Hummus, do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." More sadly still, I didn't keep a copy.

I love your last line!!

I am here to announce that my body seems to have reset itself after 10 years of dealing with terrible insomnia. Which led to a lot of midnight reading, but I'd rather have the sleep! It took a major change, breaking ties with some toxic relationships and just getting some space, as we used to say, but I did it! Now I fall asleep round midnight and wake up round 8 or 8,30 without an alarm. I even dream sometimes!

It's really cut into my reading time, but you can't have everything. LOL

mrbooks wrote: "Just be careful you don't end up knitting what's on the page or knit the book into what you are knitting. Mind if you knitted what was on the page then you could read your knitting."

Rather like the dangers of quilting with a hoop while watching TV. More than once I have sewn the quilt to my clothing! LOL

Patti for many years I read only hardbacks that would open flat on my lap so I could knit while I read. You might try that.

mrbooks wrote: "Patriciaenola, you are making me blush, wow gentleman of learning, The only learning I have is from the school of life. I do thank you for the complement."

You can read, and you do. Which is more than I can say for many professors of my acquaintance (see also doctors, lawyers, and clearly! politicians).

Hamlet of course!
I too have used the word Wainscot in conversation, and received raised eyebrows. What do they call it now? Cladding? Cause they're still putting it in.

Groovy, I hope you come back some day.
The idlest of chat: I finally found a decent hair cutter after 3 plus years of messing around. I've always preferred a man to cut my hair, and for my style, they seem to do better than the ladies I've allowed near my hair with scissors. The latest woman cutter has taken to opening her shop just whenever she feels like it, so I went in search of someone with more interest in the job. Found a youngish man who is definitely FOD, but an excellent cutter and a nice person. And he opens at nine AM, so I can nip in, get a quick cut and be out again before 10! Less than five blocks away, too. He knew exactly what I wanted and how to cut it. I don't spend any money on clothes or makeup, but to me decent hair is vital. This style (1925 shingle bob) is my favourite, wash and go.