Pluck, Cluck & Toot

I plucked two short black whiskers from the left side of my face and one longer white one from my chin.


Phone conversation between Jacquie and myself:

Me:  "What are you doing?"
Jacquie:  "I am trying to order 'chicken' on line for the Ute Stampede."
Me:  "Chicken for the Ute Stampede?  Why do you need chicken for the Ute Stampede?"
Jacquie:  "To get in."
Me:  "Oh, you mean tickets!!!"

I blow my nose and I toot.  I get up from the couch and the same thing happens!

The aging process is sometimes quite hilarious!!