Jesus, Jeremiah, Jumped-Up, Jehoshaphat, Jehovah!! Here it is, time to have a ‘J’ post ready for the A To Z Challenge and, as usual, I don’t have a single black pixel on the virtual white page.
The wife thinks that I am a procrastinating Jackass. The son says that I am a lazy Jerk. The daughter is not as Judgmental. She just sits on the sidelines and Jeers.
I took a short Journey, out to a shopping mall, now that they have re-opened after COVID. It was Just a little Jaunt to the now-legal cannabis Joint, to buy a…. Joint. I met a Jolly old man with a bushy, white beard. He assured me that he was Jovial, but not Jocular. He was dressed in strange, all-red clothes, and was even more rotund than me. He laughed a lot, and his midriff shook like a bowlful of Jelly.
He said that I deserved to get coal at Christmas, but EPA regulations restricted him to giving me a miniature wind turbine. He assured me that I was so mouthy garrulous, that I could charge all my electronic gadgets with it, if I just kept talking at it. I thought that was a bit Juvenile, but probably Justified.
After Jawing with him, I Judged that it was time to get me and my cowboy boots, which do not go Jingle-Jangle-Jingle, over to the men’s cooking class at the supermarket. Today’s food category would be Jell-O salads. The wife doesn’t like them. The only time I get some is at a buffet restaurant. As one of ten children in a Good Catholic family, she associates them with “Poor Folks” food.
Today’s was a Jewel of a lesson – a gourmet recipe for wiener Jell-O salad. I Jotted down all the preparation instructions, every Jot and tittle of them.
Stop back on Wednesday. After you’ve read my post, I’m throwing a picnic. I hope you like frankfurters. I’m just not grilling them. Y’all come, now. 😉