If pain in the hip were a sign of rain, I’d be living in Water World.
Stapler sales on the rise in Nevada.
I’d accept a little hip pain for a while if it meant getting some rain here in California. It’s going to be a brutal fire season.
Please find a way to keep both old and young Monty in the strip.
Interesting how aging has affected his speech pattern and grammar, ain’t it?
Again, with the “um.”
…and maybe some stapling.
During a dry spell, I washed my patrol car – and it rained that afternoon. A week later a rancher asked me how much it had cost me at the car wash. I said, “A couple bucks, why?”He took out his wallet, handed me two dollars, and said, “We need more rain”. I laughed and tried to hand the money back, but he wouldn’t take it.
“I believe you have my stapler…”
Day before yesterday I drove down to CA to visit old friends in Silicon Valley. Drove through a nasty rainstorm that started in Ashland and let up as I was driving down into the CA Central Valley. By Redding the weather was hot and windy, Lake Shasta was forlorn with houseboats sitting on blocks on the dry lake shore, whole forests turned brown through the Klamath River Basin, it was depressing. And now that I’m here, water restrictions are in effect. CA is in for it this summer and Californians know it.
His age has advanced, but he has no tales to tell of the old days since he is actually young. I guess he can do what the rest of us do. Make them up.
I’m just thankful Monty doesn’t have tattoos and piercings. Think about it. :)
It’s the knees that are the real weather predictors.
Monty’s grumpy response to E.B. is just what we’d expect from a crotchety old coot who is too full of himself….
I must say, Monty is rocking the old age thing. No regrets.
Monty—Why are you depicting my life!