It's seven o'clock Christmas Eve. Have been reading a western novel. My roommate has been watching the tele. She has an infection and is running a slight fever. So I have nothing earth shaking to pass on. It's a routine Sabbath. Here are a few Laws I've been considering. Laws like Murphey's Law. Consider these:
Byrne's Law: In any electrical circuit, appliances and wiring will burn out to protect fuses.
MxCabe's Law: Nobody has to do anything.
Parker's Law: Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone. (Think that's from Murphy's law).
Chamberlain's Law: Everything tastes more or less like chicken.
Mark Twain once said, "I was gratified to be able to answer promptly. I said I don't know."
There's a song I used to hear on the radio every once in a while. Goes like this, "Happiness is seeing Lubbock, Texas in the rearview mirror." That was sung by Mac Davis, a Lubbock boy. Funny I didn't feel so happy as I left Lubbock. I was a little sad.
Someone said when asked, "I don't have a photograph but you can have my footprints. They're upstairs in my socks." (I think that was Groucho Marx)
And Tom Lehrer said, "I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up."
That's my cue. I'm out of here. Everyone have a Merry Christmas. If you see Santa tell him I said, "Hey."