The philosophy teachers make things way too complicated. 'Philosophy' is supposed to mean 'love' (philo) of 'wisdom' (sophy). What about the fact that two doors down from where Aristophanes grew up there was a gorgeous blonde named Sophy, who started dating at an early age?... but I don't know enough to disagree. I spent a lot of time when I should have been in college just Roman around the country, so it's all Greek to me. One oddity of history I do remember is that Spartan wives, because their husbands usually mentored young boys in warfare training while having sexual relations with them, would sometimes, when they wished to conceive, have to dress as young Spartan warriors to arouse those husbands. True story. And then there was the girl who asked me if I was bisexual. I said "No, I've never paid for it". False story. I'll stop now,
Just yesterday while I was helping over at a friend's that was setting up for her yearly pre-Christmas girls all day get-together for Christmas stew and baked goods preparation and other girl-related holiday cheer, I was asked to light all the candles since it was overcast and dreary outside. All 24 of them. After lighting, I walked away with one hand on my butt and commented: "Did I miss any or get them all?" "You got all of them thanks!" "Great, because I feel like an Alter Boy preparing for mass at the Catholic church." It cracked everyone up and the girls commented that old auntie (fake auntie) seemed to be in good form despite the dreariness.
A confidential report from Pfizer to one of the EU regulatory agencies was forced to be made public but not before Pfizer redacted most of it. The public has no right to know if the jabs are dangerous, right? What they don't know can't hurt them, right? A clever schoolgirl came up with this.
True story. When I was about 8 or so, our Baptist pastor's sermon was about Sodom and Gomorrah. When the part came about Lot's wife looking back and being turned into a pillar of salt, what I heard was 'pillow' of salt. I puzzled greatly over this. In the first place it seemed excessive to punish the woman for looking back. Women are curious. In the second place why punish anyone by turning them into a pillow? Thirdly, why not a pillow of feathers? A pillow of salt isn't going to be comfortable. God is odd, I thought. Later in life I realized I was the odd one, but that's another story.
What I thought was olive drab was really goose turd green. No wonder I had to fight my way out of a crappy attitude whilst donning my fatigues back in my military days.
This morning hubby was showering. The bathroom is very small and clutter makes it worse. I picked up a few things and put in the dirty clothes basket. Once finished he went to bedroom to finish dressing. I hear..hey what did you do with my,... then nothing.. Your what I asked? i go to bedroom doorway and and he says.. well I was going t o ask you what you did with my pants, and he looks down.. but I have them on! OM goodness we both laughed so hard. We agreed that getting older requires lots of laughter in order to get you through it all.