I was up early today, Corgi needed a nail trim bad. I like to get to the vet right when they open to minimize the chances of running into too many other dogs. The plan worked and there was no one else there. After, I took him to McDonalds. The girl at the drive thru said "oh my gosh, your dog is amazing! A corgi, right?" Corgi just looked at her with a look that said - well hello there, do you have hash brown for me??
I've been helping my dad with yard work the rest of the day. We are taking a break, he just goes, do you have any other plans for today? You know, other than slave labor? Lol
He's clearly hoping you DO have plans, and they involve a date.
Spoiler
(Actually, that's MY hope for you too.)
-- Edited by ed11563 on Saturday 18th of April 2015 07:21:43 PM
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I was up early today, Corgi needed a nail trim bad. I like to get to the vet right when they open to minimize the chances of running into too many other dogs. The plan worked and there was no one else there. After, I took him to McDonalds. The girl at the drive thru said "oh my gosh, your dog is amazing! A corgi, right?" Corgi just looked at her with a look that said - well hello there, do you have hash brown for me??
I've been helping my dad with yard work the rest of the day. We are taking a break, he just goes, do you have any other plans for today? You know, other than slave labor? Lol
He's clearly hoping you DO have plans, and they involve a date.
Spoiler
(Actually, that's MY hope for you too.)
-- Edited by ed11563 on Saturday 18th of April 2015 07:21:43 PM
Um, no. He's got a list taller than me of projects for me to help with. He was being nice and checking before he assigned the next one.
Our power has been randomly going on and off all afternoon. The neighbors are having the same issues. It's not weather related either.
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Pouring rain here too FWM. Power has been on steadily for awhile. I didn't call. All my neighbors were without power too.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Pouring rain here too FWM. Power has been on steadily for awhile. I didn't call. All my neighbors were without power too.
Well, it sounded like God and the Angels were having a bowling tournament! I think the worst of it has gone East.
It's still raining pretty hard. But, we didn't get any hail or high winds. "Belle" got lucky, again!
Conor really has to get that hulking hunk of metal out of my garage, and into his own! Our luck is not going to hold out forever!
(Why is it, that when you finally get a kid out of your house, and into their own, they never take all their crap with them??? Why, dear God???Why????)
Because ovaries are like magnets and attract their stuff?
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Because ovaries are like magnets and attract their stuff?
LOL! Cute, my pretty!That gave me a laugh!
The calm, before the storm.
I'm too nice, for my own good. I know it. My family knows it. Heck, most of our Geeks, have figured it out.
I need to set a deadline on getting the T-Bird, out of Belle's bay, in the garage. (Not that doing that has worked, in the past. But, I'm losing my good humor over this.)
I mentioned it, yet again, to Conor. When I got back from Ohio.
Tomorrow, I'm going to lay the law down.
By this time, next week...one way, or another, that 95 T-Bird will be at his house. In his garage.
If he can't get it to start. And, if it won't take a jump?
Guess what?
I'll pay for the tow truck! After two and a half years, I'm finally over it.
Done. Finished.
If I don't follow through on this. Someone, just shoot me! You can only be a doormat, if you allow it. I know this. You all, know this! If I weaken, yet again...I deserve a slap upside the head!
It gets really hard, being the "nice guy", all the time.
Grrrrrrrrr! Don't mind me. I should have put this on the Vent Thread.
Because ovaries are like magnets and attract their stuff?
LOL! Cute, my pretty!That gave me a laugh!
The calm, before the storm.
I'm too nice, for my own good. I know it. My family knows it. Heck, most of our Geeks, have figured it out.
I need to set a deadline on getting the T-Bird, out of Belle's bay, in the garage. (Not that doing that has worked, in the past. But, I'm losing my good humor over this.)
I mentioned it, yet again, to Conor. When I got back from Ohio.
Tomorrow, I'm going to lay the law down.
By this time, next week...one way, or another, that 95 T-Bird will be at his house. In his garage.
If he can't get it to start. And, if it won't take a jump?
Guess what?
I'll pay for the tow truck! After two and a half years, I'm finally over it.
Done. Finished.
If I don't follow through on this. Someone, just shoot me! You can only be a doormat, if you allow it. I know this. You all, know this! If I weaken, yet again...I deserve a slap upside the head!
It gets really hard, being the "nice guy", all the time.
Grrrrrrrrr! Don't mind me. I should have put this on the Vent Thread.
Thanks, for letting me rant.
I would so drive that baby by his house many times, Gun the gas in front of his house while it was in neutral!
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Pouring rain here too FWM. Power has been on steadily for awhile. I didn't call. All my neighbors were without power too.
Well, it sounded like God and the Angels were having a bowling tournament! I think the worst of it has gone East.
It's still raining pretty hard. But, we didn't get any hail or high winds. "Belle" got lucky, again!
Conor really has to get that hulking hunk of metal out of my garage, and into his own! Our luck is not going to hold out forever!
(Why is it, that when you finally get a kid out of your house, and into their own, they never take all their crap with them??? Why, dear God???Why????)