WWI Vets with the Michelin man find Spag Sauce

And in other news, Kelly Hildebrandt is divorcing Kelly Hildebrandt. I kinda thought that was a match made in the internet.


I gained a lot of weight after my mom died in 2010. Over the years the drivers side of my car started sitting a little lower than the passenger side. I don’t often have passengers especially since Ma died. Saturday it was sitting lower than usual. I had a flat tire. There’s enough age on them I had thought about getting new tires in the summer. Guess that changed. I’ve got my own spare tire, around my waist, but it doesn’t have any tread and it can’t hold air {or wind} for too awfully long. A coworker has a cartoon on her locker that shows the Michelin Man looking in a mirror saying “Drat, another spare tire.” That triggers thoughts of the Pillsbury Doughboy. So of course I’m going to make the jump to WWI vets in a pillbox.

Spaghetti sauce can be used to make all kinds of dishes. They usually call it marinara though. And I’ll never forget how I typed in Prego to find recipes several years ago. Who knew? But it was interesting.

Tonight when I get home from work I’ll have to go to the other place and see if I can get this other guy and 3 women with a sense of humor to play Deuces, Wild, five-card stud poke-her. It doesn’t really matter what his post is, he rarely answers me, but he is hilarious.

In the meantime I’ve got some paperwork and a seance to do. Ma got a nasty-gram telling her she has jury duty.


It alphabetizes the tags, I think I’ll have a tag called And

4 thoughts on “WWI Vets with the Michelin man find Spag Sauce

    1. wildoats1962 Post author

      I’m really not very good at eliciting replies from him. I try to write something particularly funny, no answer, I ask a question, no answer, I make a rhetorical question expecting no answer, and he answers. I do like his sense of humor. He’s almost as twisted as me.


      1. Mrs Fever

        He didn’t answer me for a long time. And when he started answering, it was always sporadic. As was his commenting on my own blog. And you’re right ~ rhetorical questions were answered, profound statements or hysterically funny pithiness was completely ignored.

        Which just made me want to annoy him, Lol.

        But he *is* damned funny. I miss reading his blog posts.

        Have I ever thanked you for following me over here, Wild? If not, I shall remedy it immediately; if not, I shall reiterate forthwith: THANK YOU for following me when I moved to WordPress, Bill. I always appreciate your insights, and I very much enjoy our exchanges. I’m also super geeked that you have a blog here as well, because I miss having access to your other one.

        So again, thank you.

        From the bottom of my vagina. 😀


  1. wildoats1962 Post author

    Since I’ve started writing my blog here, I’ve only posted a blog entry there once or twice. But I do make my rounds commenting. He does respond to me more than he used to. Surprisingly, he didn’t realize I live in Iowa until a couple of months ago. I would try to provoke or annoy him to get a comment. It’s fun. Although he must be having some troll issues. His last two posts were read-only. I don’t want to go into too much detail now because I intend to make a post on the subject.

    Blogging here has some pluses and minuses. I can mention other websites, I can post links to something other than different parts of this site. So I can link to Youtube, and to gross/funny news sites. On the downside, I’m still learning of to use the editor, how do you get color? change backgrounds?

    THAT’S why it’s so warm in here!




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