Chicken wire... I remember there was a big chicken wire cage in back of our old house in Louisiana when I was a kid. One of my earliest memories is of cutting my arm on it. I still have the scar. I seem to have a lot of little scars, burns, cuts, melting plastic scars because my stupid sister told me you could make Barbie hair from melted sam'ich bags. I never like those bags, that you just flip over, so I use ziplocs now. They're also good for disposable diapers. Oh, sure, they have a billion crappy diaper pails on the market, but they all start stinking after a while. Stinking... Anyone remember that episode of M*A*S*H where they refused to bathe? So the camp jumped them with soapy water one day and scrubbed them, clothes and all. That's not my favorite, though... I really like the one where they all got Salmonella poisoning and gave a feeble cheer when Klinger got it. Jamie Farr was actually in the movie Kismet which amazed me because he didn't look that old on M*A*S*H. I can't decide if I like Kismet because it has some corny musical bits, but also some nice ones, and Howard Keel has a cheesy voice but is a funny actor. He was very good in Kiss Me, Kate, but of course that had Cole Porter music and I like Cole Porter. I can't believe they had Cary Grant play him in his biography.
I could go on, or I could go into detail on any one of those. My husband is a very patient man. Tag.
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