My wife spotted a few gray hairs on me this morning and without skipping a beat, said, “You’re becoming the next Pierce Brosnan.” That’s how you build up your man. #ShakenNotStirred
After all the hype around The Madness, I was honestly pretty disappointed. So, back to watching The Day of the Jackal, which is - in my estimation - at least 16,000 times better.
I have a sneaking suspicion Hell will involve eternities of holding your hands under the faucet sensor waiting for water to come on, but never does. You try every position & distance imagineable. You move to a different faucet & give it a try. But your hands stay dirty… forever.
I’m officially old. I was sitting down, minding my own business, watching elite athletes dominate in the Olympics when all of a sudden, I turned my neck & hurt myself. Next thing you know, I’ll be drinking prune juice with a basket of Werther’s on my coffee table, watching golf.