Them: "When I was a child, I drove a mini-bike into your house."
Me: "Oh, so that’s why I have foundation problems!"
Someone else: "I lived in your house for 6 months."
Another person: "We once drove a car into the sinkhole in the creek."
My house has a colorful history.
Amy has her mind set on a club house for her 8th birthday (tomorrow!).
On Saturday morning, Ty Pennington and his crew from Extreme Makeover Home Edition show up with a bobcat and the materials to build The Queen Anne or the Spoiler. By Saturday evening, a portion of the yard has been contoured, landscaped and become home to Amy’s new playhouse in which we celebrate her birthday inside.
Saturday I build the Little Miss by myself leaving landscaping for a different weekendlifetime. Sunday afternoon, we celebrate Amy’s birthday inside and around her clubhouse.
The construction will be delayed and problematic and Amy will go without any semblance of a birthday present until the end of the summer or worse.
Any volunteers want to grab hammers and shovels and help me put this together in one day on this coming Saturday? Does beer and pizza still work in exchange for labor?
And you can bet there will be a timelapse of the build.
File this under things that make me twitch.
Tommy, in a phone call to me: "By the way, my laptop hasn’t worked for the past week and a half or so. Says something about no bootable media."
Me: "Did you install anything recently or drop it?"
Tommy: "No but there are two screws missing on the bottom."
File this under things that make me twitch.
Tommy, in a phone call to me: "By the way, my laptop hasn’t worked for the past week and a half or so. Says something about no bootable media."
Me: "Did you install anything recently or drop it?"
Tommy: "No but there are two screws missing on the bottom."
When every place you check in has your wife listed as the mayor, it means:
When you are still awake at 3:15 in the morning, you begin asking yourself stupid questions like, "I know I’ve been awake for 20 hours. Can I make it another 21 hours before going to sleep?"
Michael Silence has a round-up of poetic words for this Memorial Day that are leagues above what I could compose. Go read them.
To be born free is an accident. To live free is a privilege. To die free is a responsibility. — BG Robby Risner, USAF (ret) [Source, No Silence Here, TN blogs salute Memorial Day][Original Source, View from the Cumberlands, Memorial Day 2010]
Booty Pop! (warning! that link shows posteriors in panties)
