Can you see me? I've been pretty busy catching up on reading all of your blogs and I think I'm caught up. WHEW!
I just wanted to pop in to say, "Hi" and to tell you that I'll be back to posting as soon as Blogger starts treating me nice. I had a heck of a time signing in tonight...Blogger omitted my, 'sign in' button and how can you sign in without a button to click on.
Well, after some delicate manuevering I managed to come in through the back door and I don't think Blogger knows I'm here yet.
I want to thank all of you for all those wonderful suggestions on what to do with the Kutzu vine. I found out that you can make wonderful chairs and weave it into baskets, sheep like to eat it, you can make a salad with it and have your own lifetime supply of it, it makes an excellent ground cover and you can play hide n seek in it and nobody will ever be able to find you. *LOL*
Getting back to Blogger and the feeling I got, of not being in charge tonight, reminded me of a joke. The joke goes like this:
(Warning! Warning! There's a bad word at the end). This warning isn't part of the joke...there really is a bad word, or almost a bad word at the end.
All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was the one in charge.
“I should be in charge,” said the brain, “Because I run all the body’s systems, so without me nothing would happen.”
“I should be in charge,” said the blood, “Because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you’d all waste away.”
“I should be in charge,” said the stomach,” Because I process food and give all of you energy.”
“I should be in charge,” said the eyes, “Because I allow the body to see where it goes.”
“I should be in charge,” said the rectum, “Because I’m responsible for waste removal.”
All the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.
Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and the blood was toxic. They all decided that the rectum should be the boss.
The Moral of the story?
The “a**hole” is usually in charge.