As you are, we're busy trying to cope with this pandemic,
so we're sending you a few column reruns, the cheerier ones.
Love, Jack & Misty.
HOT LONG FOOT DOGS
Almost every morning when we wake up,
I say something like this to Misty:
"Do you come here often?"
Today she said... "Not if I don't have to."
She had some Strauss waltzes playing on a CD.
I didn't comment.
I like that music once in a while.
After about ten minutes of Strauss' three-quarter time,
she got up and changed the CD, saying...
"I want some music where I don't have to count!"
Anyway...
A lot of people make me laugh:
Stephen Wright, Bob Newhart, Mark Twain,
Homer Simpson...The list is endless.
But the one who makes me laugh most often lives right here.
At first I thought it was a tendency toward spoonerisms,
years ago, when Misty read a roadside sign to me as :
"Hot long foot dogs",
and "Look at the Clydes up in the skow!" (Clouds up in the
sky.)
After a while I began to notice the little smile she had
when saying one of these things.
She knows she's funny,
but she doesn't care if people think she's mixed up.
Mixed up like a fox!
Over the years I wrote most of them down for posterity
on the inside covers of legal pads.
I now have hundreds of these which I plan to go through
someday,
to put her sayings into a book.
In the meantime, here are a few I can remember:
"He's watching me like I'm a hawk."
"Bleeding like a stuffed pig".
"Life is a three-way street."
"Let the guy without sin pass the first stone."
I said "Who's that singing?"
She said "The Elderly Brothers."
She once said to me:
"You could charm the women right out of the trees."
"Running around like a chicken with its hat off."
We were mixing down a recording session
and she picked out a little flaw.
The engineer told her she could really hear well,and she
said this:
"Like a mink".