Moderately Confused by Jeff Stahler for February 15, 2022

“And we’re Saving on Lipstick money too!”

Another finishing school dropout. Coughing on each other?

Mom, Billy’s breathing on me, is now a criminal act.

And I don’t have to shave everyday.

Well, at one time, just washing one’s hands was considered sufficient protection when coming to table. Lots has happened since then and it will be while before anyone will actually feel secure about their health.

Those were the good ol’ days.

Good times

I wear two masks: a paper one under an N95.

There are three reasons for this:

1. My lungs apparently are more powerful than Tucker Carlson’s. I am not suffocated by a single mask.

2. The paper mask “protects” the N95 so I can get a little more wear out of it.

3. I wear two masks: one for me and one for the person who thinks it’s ok to infect other people.

I volunteer at the animal shelter. Yesterday, one of the cats kept trying to pull off my mask. Not sure if he wanted to see what was under it or if he wanted to play with it.

Those days are coming back!

The good ol’ days.

He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn:

A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.

Coughing on each other was never a good idea.