Not The Bowl Of Rocks
We are a long way from the Remington typewriter. I must admit this. I have a glass of water nearby.
I can just type and wait for a thought to occur.
It will happen any minute now. Getting ready to happen. I can feel it. Or a nap coming on.
What if I should suddenly need some of this stuff on my desk? My phone may ring, not literally of course because I lost the ringing function long ago. But it may vibrate at least to signal that the battery is dying again. As a reminder that I am wasting 50 dollars a month, you stupid bastard you don't ever use the thing. You could be sponsoring a child in Africa for that kind of money. Ah there's my old Leatherman. I could use that to saw off my leg. Or my arm as the case may be. And yes I do need two remotes, one for the AC and one for the ceiling fan. Watch, I can make the light come on.
French Milled. I do not know what that means but I have two small bars of French Milled Neutrogena soap in individual box wrappers. First thing this morning if you had told me I would put the word box next to the word wrappers I would have called you a crazy person.
A pair of cheap bifocal reading sunglasses I may need if this electronic screen gets to harsh for me. I will try them on now. Not exactly what I was looking for.
The forward arrow on this keyboard advances the music to the next song so that is like a third remote device.
Do not know what that key goes to but am afraid to throw it away. Ditto that red ribbon although I am suspicious of it.
The AC just kicked on by itself because I have the energy saver feature engaged. Yep, that's another remote which I control by the number 77.
Am not including the cat as back scratching remote device because she just too unpredictable and if that is what she were advertised to be I would have returned her to the store by now.
I sat pondering could I get some refried black beans smeared onto Goya tortilla chips topped with jalapeno and Monterrey Jack without actually getting up and the answer was no so those ones next to me now are homemade, physically, by me. Careful though, they are hot, and spicy. To take them out of the oven I used an authentic 1966 hot pad from the Byrne Bros, Inc. over in White Plains, NY on which is advertised the 1966 Chevrolets, including the Chevrolet, the Chevelle, the Chevy II, the Corvair, and the Corvette.
If you thought me saying about those nachos--careful, they are hot and spicy, was my way of offering you one rest assured it was not. I just ate them one after another, all twenty-five of them and they are gone. I may have to get back to you on how I feel about that.
How I know the hot pads are authentic 66 is because the phone number is listed as WH 9-0423.
Is that all the stuff on your desk you may ask. No, I respond. Not by a long shot.
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