Day of Dysentery

A few days ago, I had a thought, which may surprise those of you who know me well.  I was writing my autobiography and came to the scene where Connie and I applied for a marriage license.  It occurred to me that this was the only type of license not requiring renewal. It has no expiration date. How strange.

What if people DID have to renew them and carry a plastic card in their purse or wallet?. Would the Matrimony Patrol spot your wedding ring and demand to see your license? If caught flirting, would they write the offender a ticket and make him/her explain their actions in front of a judge and their spouse? Now you know why I avoid having thoughts. It always leads to more questions than answers.

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copyright – Lisa Fox

“Grandpa, what was it like in the old days.”

“Back 2020 lots of people were dying from Covid-19. Factories closed. Trucks stopped making deliveries. Store shelves sat empty. Not a roll of toilet paper left on the planet.”

“That’s awful.” Sally scrunched her face. “What did you do?”

“We wiped on old socks, shirt sleeves, photographs of Donald Trump. Just when we thought things couldn’t get worse, our family came down with diarrhea. The only thing soft enough to wipe on was stuffed animals.”

“Oh no!” Judy covered her ears.

“Yep, we didn’t call him Winnie the Pooh for nothing.”

37 Comments on “Day of Dysentery

  1. Nice one, Russell. I feel sorry for the pup or little kid who owned the soft toys.
    I ordered a carton of t-paper on eBay and ended up giving half of it away. We’re fortunate that our supply of t-paper comes from interstate and not overseas. The only problem was when truck drivers couldn’t deliver because no one could travel to or from other states. Still, there’s always newspaper. I understand the sale of newspapers skyrocketed at the height of Covid.

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    • Our only local newspaper went digital. They also want $34 a month for a subscription, which is more than I’m will to spend. I’ve used newspaper, but it can be rough on raw and tender areas.

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  2. Dear Wuthel Bear,

    You’ve succeeded in sinking to a new low. This story truly stinks…maybe not the story, but certainly more than I can bear. I’m flushed…poor Winnie. Tanks for the memory of when toilet paper was worth a bag of gold. We managed to buy some that I think had been sand paper in a previous life. My cheeks still sting.
    You do bring up some interesting thoughts about marriage licenses. What if they did expire? Or be so easily revoked? Would that mean Jan and I have 51 years of common law? Oh dear, oh dear.

    Shalom,

    Shewwey Bear W(T)F

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    • Dear Shewwey Bear W(T)F,

      Thanks for the compliment. I do keep lowering the bar, don’t I? 🙂

      Just imagine what it would be like going to the revenue office and having their ace photographer take a new wedding shot of you and Jan for your marraige license. They’d probably want proof of insurance too. Common law would become illegal and you could be arrested for cohabitation without a license.

      Oh Bother.
      Wuthel Bare

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    • Thanks, Keith. Before the Queen’s death, I posed the question, “Does Elizabeth do her own paperwork, or does one of her minions attend to wiping the royal arse?”

      I suspect there will be a book, and possibly a made-for-TV movie on the subject, “Confessions of a Royal Arse Wiper.”

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  3. Wonderful ideas here. Marriages with term limits? Five years and you need to move on to someone else. Funny story, of course, but OH!! the images. 🙂

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  4. Good point about the marriage license. I want to know why we don’t need a “Parenting” license that you must get renewed yearly. They let my husband and I take this vulnerable tiny child from the hospital without any training or oversight or anything. Ah! 🙂 The first incident with a dirty diaper was traumatic. Which leads to your story. It was pretty stinky (haha).

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    • Yes, we went through O.J.T. (on the job training) during baby raising days. It’s amazing how much conflicting advice you receive–most of which wasn’t useful.

      We used cloth diapers in the 80s, and I changed my share of stinky ones.

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  5. I cannot help but wonder how many would decide not to renew their licences…

    As for your stinky story, you just had to go there, didn’t you? 😀

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  6. You got me on that last line, Russell. I’m still laughing over it. Luckily the bad old days of 2020 are past and we’ve got the bad new days of 2022 at last. Here’s hoping for 2023.
    -David

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