It’s Boxing Day! Speaking of Christmas wishes, I repeatedly asked my parents for two sets of boxing gloves, so my brother and I could box. My brother is five years younger than I. I never received any boxing gloves. Smart parents. I know. Boxing Days has nothing to do with pugilism.
Be Careful What You Wish
by Jimmy Johnson
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16 responses to “Be Careful What You Wish”
What JJ gets away with astounds me!
TR…check this out: http://comicsidontunderstand.com/wordpress/2017/12/11/gravity-2/#comments
also, did you see my post on your latest blog?
Boxing gloves. Once had a First Sargent, who kept two pairs hanging behind his desk. Should anyone dispute his commands, he would offer up the gloves and three rounds; the winner was correct.
Jim had been a Division heavyweight champion, on more than one occasion.
That post was from sandcastlerā¢, traveling today, borrowed Loon’s device.
Speaking of Boxing Day, I would be willing to box up some of this snow for my friends down south missing it. Reasonable price. Shipping and Handling NOT included.
Many years ago in the South, spruce Christmas trees became available in my small hometown for the first time. The father of my best buddy took him down to where the first truck was to arrive from Minnesota or Wisconsin or some other unimaginably northern state, with its cargo of “real” Christmas trees.* Later, my friend, all agog, would tell me that when the doors to the trailer were opened, he could see that the imported trees “still had snow in their branches”.
*His family was well-off enough to afford such. Mine, although not poor, would go out into the countryside to find and cut a cedar for our Christmas tree. But hey, that was half the fun and excitement.
In panel 2, just what is Janis’ “that”? I can make an interesting guess -so can you – but the matter is not as clear as JJ’s implications usually are, so my idea may be incorrect.
Debbe: Yes, I did. And I’m hoping to find time this week to discuss a couple of thoughts… including amateur astronomy.
Jackie, left you a PM on Facebook if you are still using it.
TR..I am looking forward to that…talent should not be wasted…
GM Debbe & Mizz Charlotte
I hope all is well with Mizz Charlotte we have not heard from her for awhile.
Huggs
I guess when hoarfrost starts forming on the telescope it’s time to call it a night. š
Yes, TR. Sounds like you were having fun, tho’ !
We barely decorated this year. The lights on our balcony will come down with the new year. I have great faith in the Christmas cactus and poinsettias being history by the end of January.
Will enjoy a few days of rest before giving into the new year.
TR,
Your post reminds me of an old Irish joke.
What do you call an Irishman who stays out all night?
Paddy O’Furniture.
sandcastlerā¢: I’m glad I finished my hot chocolate before reading that!
And JJ has posted a new one!