…if their’s a booger hanging from my nose!

And a few other things as well.

But first, why this post.  At work the other day the boss one of my co-workers leaned in close and whispered, “There is something hanging from your right nostril.” And he was not Joshing around!

He was discreet, polite, and to the point.

I was mortified.

But not offended.

You see, I’d rather know, than have people:

A. talking about me;

B. laughing behind my back;

C. pittying me; or

D. avoiding me.

So, on this fashion friday, on behalf of men everywhere, if we have:

a booger,

an ear hair,

broccoli in our teeth,

gravy on our chin, bird poop on our shoulder,

toilet paper on our shoe,

or our fly is open…

Tell us!

Just don’t yell it out from across the room, and if it winds UP on youtube or facebook…well, there’s an ass kickin’ in the future!

Stay Fashionable…check the mirror once in a while.

…will not do!

Recently I posted on boys’ names for the impending spawn rug-rat bundle of joy my Lovely Neice Jenny is having.

I decided on Johann Lefonius.

The choice was not well received.

I’ve been asked admonished exhorted told by her  mother to help further in the process with the girls’ name.

I guess Euphrosina wasn’t all that catchy either!

So, here goes.

Jenny mentioned body parts.  We do have a couisn Una, which sounds much like one to me. So there’s a choice there.  I’m sure it’s not a body part, but I’ll have to check with another Lovely Neice, Mackenzie, who’s a Doctor, to make sure.

In the close by range, we have Zola, Judy, and Diane, but the last one’s been used.  And Z’s are so hard to find on clothes, purses, and charms.  It’s just too much to special order.

Going back a few years, there are plenty of Anns, Elizabeths and Margarets, all pretty, but done to death.

There are Roses, Stellas, Ediths, and Veras going back ages.  And that’s just on our side. 

Her mother’s side is even more colorful.  America, Florida, Alabama.  What?  No Mississippi?

We had an Aunt Viola, but she was married about five times and that’s a fate we don’t want to wish on any child.  She did marry UP  each time however…so there may be something there.

There was a Cora as well, but she married her brother’s father-in-law, and well…we’re inbred enough and all.  So skip that one.

There were Esthers, Opals, and Fannies, but really – back to that body part thing again…not such a good idea.

We have an Aunt Willie, who’s the sweetest thing ever, but the name, not so much. 

There are Roxies and Berties and Noras galore, but they were all big.  So again, a risk.

And then there’s grandma, Cenie Pheletter.

Euphrosina is sounding better all the time!

…there are a few ya know!

So much for Wordless Wednesday!  I just can’t do it.

1. Why can’t anyone else in this town but me drive?
2. If you spill it wipe it UP!
3. The furniture doesn’t need the light on!
4. It’s called a dark load because they are all dark.
5. Did you get that out?  Then put it back.
6. If you soak that pan, it’ll wash easier.
7. Are you wearing that?
8. Where are your pants?
9. The grass isn’t going to mow itself.
10. 156 chanels, nothing to watch.
11. I feel like crap.
12. Somewhere, some filthy rich family is looking for their long lost son.
13. NO, I’m not voting for anyone on American Idol this time.
14. The dryer buzzed, again!
15. We’ve seen this episode.
16. 50 times.
17. It’s Monday.
18. Oh, crap, is that the alarm?
19. I need gas.
20. When did it go UP again?

I remember my Dad telling me about this, I was nine when it happened, and I’m sure I didn’t see it, but … on May 9, 1961. Speaking before the bigwigs of network TV at the annual convention of the National Association of Broadcasters, Newton Minow, the new chairman of the Federal Communications Commission, exhorted those executives to sit through an entire day of their own programming. He suggested that they “will observe a vast wasteland.” Further, he urged them to try for “imagination in programming, not sterility; creativity, not imitation; experimentation, not conformity; excellence, not mediocrity.”

He was so right! 

They didn’t listen.

I’ve just about given UP on finding anything to watch. 

Watching TV has become an episode of That 70s Show.

Well, at least “Lost” is off the air.