“Go with what ya got”, part one
My dad used to have a saying: “Go with what ya got.” Make do with what you already have and be grateful that you already have it, in other words – or at least I think that’s what he was saying. (Knowing my dad, this may have been a downmarket version of “love the one you’re with.”) I’ve always taken it to mean “make do and be grateful” though.
Anyway, the Mrs. informed me that we needed to put some sort of cover on the living room sofa, maybe a sheet or something like that, because Little E has been losing things in between the couch cushions at a pace that we can barely keep up with. He’ll also occasionally have a snack there while watching cartoons and get crumbs all over the place. “We need something on the couch,” she said. “I don’t have a slipcover, so just use whatever we have,” she said.
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After I’d put Little E to bed tonight, I could’ve sworn I heard him talking like he was lecturing somebody with utmost seriousness. I had allowed him to pick his bedtime music as a “completed chore” reward, so of course he’d picked the Star Wars soundtrack. But what the heck was all this talking? Who was he wheeling and dealing with?
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“We would like to apologise for the way in which politicians are represented in this programme. It was never our intention to imply that politicians are weak-kneed political time-servers who are concerned more with their personal vendettas and private power struggles than the problems of government, nor to suggest at any point that they sacrifice their credibility by denying free debate on vital matters in the mistaken impression that party unity comes before the well-being of the people they supposedly represent, nor to imply at any stage that they are squabbling little toadies without an ounce of concern for the vital social problems of today. Nor indeed do we intend that viewers should consider them crabby ulcerous little self seeking vermin with furry legs and an excessive addiction to alcohol and certain explicit sexual practices which some people might find offensive.
Morning lessons are done, so it’s time for what we boys normally do at home on Thursdays – PIZZA. And when our bellies are full and we are done singing epic songs of our great deeds, there shall be NAPPING! With KITTEHS!
