JACKPOT!
You might say that I'm a few coins short of a jackpot...a few pickles short of a jar...not the brightest knife in the drawer or even the sharpest bulb in the chandelier. _ Oh, well...l am one of the few who would might notice a few missing coins in a jackpot. I can't help it. It is genetic (dad was Scotch, not the booze, the country) As you know, the Scotch are thrifty... OK cheap) My Dad would spend a dollar to save a dime. I'm not that bad, Mom's blood I guess. - This also explains why I was... Sign in to see full entry.