As I was eating a piece of Christmas chocolate my wife told me about an article she had read about chocolate.
Seems that the article indicated that for every piece of chocolate one eats that your life is reduced by 2 minutes.
By this standard I figure that I have been dead since 1875.
My wife and I recently took a trip down Route 66. We took side trips if it looked promising. On one of these side trips we passed this quaint country store. Then we kept passing stores similar to that one.
After the third time my wife says out loud, "How many roads does a man have to drive down before he admits he's lost?"
Since I seem to always be late it was suggested that I buy a watch...
I haven't owned one for I don't know how long?
The neighborhood I lived in had a storm rapidly pass through.
When I returned home from work I noticed our outbuilding was gone.
Asking my wife about it, her reply was simple, "Gone with the Wind!"