It’s Monday morning again after a stormy weekend here in Mississippi. People are beginning to climb out of their storm cellars where they’ve been dodging all those tornadoes in the area to a nice sunny Monday. And so, as the announcer stands in the middle of the ring and announces to the crowd, let’s get ready to ramble.
Why are there only 52 cards in a deck of cards? The majority of games we play with a deck of cards uses a five-card hand, so why not have an additional suit such as rubies or something and add an additional 13 cards? And for those decks requiring additional cards per hand, there could be a designated deck for those.
I was making myself some cinnamon toast in the middle of the night recently, simply because I woke up and thought wouldn’t some cinnamon toast be good, when it occurred to me that something requiring bread tastes different if it’s cut diagonal as opposed to straight across. So I cut one piece one way and the other piece the other way, and I decided the diagonal tastes better. Another major breakthrough in the middle of the night.
I was riding in the car recently with my hubby when we came to a stoplight. He’s not like most of us, because he will actually stop when the light turns yellow rather than racing to get through it. Anyway, as I sat there, I turned and glanced at the man driving the pickup next to us. I noticed a nicely dressed older man wearing a suit. I then noticed his shirt sleeve cuff on the window ledge and saw the cuff was monogrammed with his initials. Interesting, I thought but why his cuff? You think he probably needs to look down occasionally to remember who he is? Or rather, is he so narcissistic that he must broadcast his initials to the world every time he shakes hands? Beats me.
I recently told my readers about a man who was on trial for murder in a Memphis court and just before the jury came back, he excused himself to go to the restroom and never came back. They later located him and put him back in jail. The jury had come in with a guilty verdict. A little later while waiting in the jail cell, someone accidentally released him thinking him someone else, and so, once again he’s on the outside. Slippery little booger, to say the least.
Well, I’ll leave you with this parting thought: Just because you might think you’re a big loser with a zero on your head, that really makes you an eight, and only two below a ten. Not bad in this world of fives.
Hope everyone has a great and safe week, and thanks for reading.