Rambler 60

If I go the extra mile, won't I miss my destination?

After the last rambler I gave a factual response to a question about a fictitious location-Lake Wobegone. Does that make my answer fictual or factitious? (question and response just under this rambler)

I received a washboard for Christmas from my wife. She told me to try it. I am not sure what the electrical chord soldered to the metal surface is for.

Why do judges sentence people? Shouldn't that be done by English Teachers?

Since I have COPD, should I be tankful for my oxygen equipment?

Why does the medical profession give everything a Latin name? Telling me my illness in a dead language does not inspire confidence.

She graduated from the lace making school as the veilidictorian.

A depressing thought: pumping billions of gallons of oil will surely lead to earthquakes at some point as the earth settles to fill in the large void. (Will the same thing happen in Washington, DC? There certainly is a void in Congressional leadership.)

The Odd Fellows are meeting in Peculiar, MO, next month.

A penny melted is 3 cents earned.

An abacus can't be counted on in cold weather.

When my old computer with the XP system died, it was definitely a case of: "Hasta la Vista."

Hearing aids keep getting smaller. My current pair is so small that they only allow me to hear one syllable words.

Elected officials must take a required course in trickonometry.

To balance the budget congressmen are considering text messaging as a revenue source. Their proposal: "Thumb Tax."

Isn't it interesting the medical profession continues to add new buildings in spite of the economic downturn. They must think we will get sick of governmental leadership and spending and will have to use their services.

A new A.M.A. movie on stomachs is previewing: "A Liver Runs Through It."

Is vacuum cleaner an oxymoron? How much dirt is in a vacuum? (Never mind, the thought of Congress just passed through my mind)