I had an entry here that I had to delete because of a confidentiality agreement I signed. Sorry.
Song going through my head this morning: “Monchichi”, the old commercial jingle. Somebody please put me out of my misery.
I had an entry here that I had to delete because of a confidentiality agreement I signed. Sorry.
Song going through my head this morning: “Monchichi”, the old commercial jingle. Somebody please put me out of my misery.
Another success in my never-ending quest to find cute fantasy guys on TV: this morning I tuned in to “Trading Spaces” to discover yet another hunky carpenter – Chris Oosterhouse. Woof. Move over, Ty.
In just a few months, we won’t be able to create nicely symmetrical novelty glasses for New Year anymore.
As of 8:40 this morning, I’ll be an old(er) guy. For all you oh-so-young and naive readers, let me clue you in on life eons ago. We had no e-mail, no internet, no fax machines. We had these weird copiers that [more...]
…oh so soft and cuddely,
put their thumb in their mouth their really sweee,
fun to cuddle their little feet
la la la
la la la
happy happy Monchichi…