Sweetie Writing Nuggets
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Alzheimer's is the disease where the caretaker suffers more than the patient.
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To be happy each time I met my beloved Sweetie was the easiest thing I ever did.
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When my Sweetie complained about my narrow taste in food, politics, books, etc., I just reminded her of my extremely narrow taste in Women.
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I won my Sweetie! No Diploma or Peace Treaty would ever be worth as much as that Marriage License!
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A Sweetie shopping delay, was a synonym for momentary.
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The shopping rule was; “If my Sweetie wants it, I will buy it.
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When I squeeze my Sweetie I always hear bells and chimes.
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We never got to visit the Earthly Holy Land. But we will be in the Heavenly Holy Land together, in the near future.
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We snorkeled among the colorful tropical fish in the Lagoon at Siapan. What colors. What form. What beauty. And that was just Sweetie in her swim suit.
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As we stood on the bridge observing river barge traffic, I said to Sweetie, “There's the Locks.” Sweetie responded, “That's great, but where's the cream cheese and bagels?” (lox, cream cheese, and bagels, her favorite breakfast.)
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I would have helped Sweetie hold down her windblown skirt, but I was busy leading the applause, and she was laughing to hard to do it herself.
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Dozens of our Tidbits, Gems and Snippets tell, indicate, hint, express, insist, and broadcast my complete, intense, deep-felt love for my Sweetie, forever.
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There's nothing more beautiful than a beautiful lady. The less the clothes, the more the beauty.
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“Your beautiful body drives me crazy.” Her response, “For you that's just a short putt.”
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Sweetie would say, “Are you a member of the crew,” when she thought I was not dressed appropriately.
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“Please help me put on this bra.” I replied, “I don't know how.”
She responded, “Just do the opposite of what you usually do.”
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Sweetie would like it best if she just closed her eyes while we drive around the Arc de Triomphe, and I would like it best if her mouth was closed also.
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The hairdresser kept Sweetie off the streets of Rome and out of the stores for an hour or so, for only $12, a real bargain.
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As we approached the Altar, the pastor yelled, “Hey you guys, quit hammering for a few minutes, doesn't hurt to use this stuff twice.”
Wedding took 5 minutes, the Marriage lasted 55 years.
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Sweetie decided this living room wall was her “Sistine Chapel Ceiling.” She painted a beautiful paint-by-number, 6 by 10 foot mural of a tree limb, with leaves and birds.
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I could hear sirens as I arrived home, but Sweetie said, “Don't get excited when the Fire truck gets here, the fire is out now!”
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The old fable that “The way to a man's heart is through his stomach,”sure didn't apply to me. The way to my heart was my Sweetie’s beauty, her character, her figure, and especially her hugs and kisses.
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At Versailles Palace in France, Sweetie said, “I would like more color in the flower beds.” I suggested that if she walked through the gardens, they would be much more colorful indeed.
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Later, since the ambulances weren’t running a regular schedule, tired ‘ol Sweetie stayed in the RV, while I visited downtown.
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After a left turn through a small arch on a steep downhill, Sweetie set a record shrieking in G above high C. Thank goodness my pants were washable.
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We rented a pedal-boat for a ride on the Verdon River in France. I pedaled just as hard as I could when I saw all the ladies “barefoot from the waist up.” But Sweetie did the steering.
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We celebrated my Sweetie's birthday on 12345670. Jan 2, 2003, at 4:56. Her 70th.
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For Sweetie's 50th birthday I gave her 50 tiny pieces of gold, and 50 small emeralds, in a glass vial, held by a chain.
For her 70th birthday I had a necklace with 70 stones made especially for her.
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One day I reached over to pat Sweetie on the fanny, as I have been known to do a million times. Sweetie received one broken rib, one cracked rib, and one night at Eisenhower Hospital. Forgot to mention, we were on our bicycles at the time.
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Some doctors still make house calls. When Sweetie had a stroke, her Cousin, Dr. Reinhold Herrmann, came directly from Bonn, Germany. His medical kit did include a full set of clubs in his golf bag.
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Believe it, most every wife or daughter will meet at least one Italian who will insist he is Casanova reincarnate.
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One year Sweetie got a driver's license. She was rarely home after that! “If the sun was shining, and there's gas in the tank, … … !!!”
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Sweetie thinks this is a nice town, probably because it has a flea market.
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