Usually it’s the third car back and faster than my foot can get from the brake to the gas. Sadly, my instinct when someone honks is to slow down and look around so they get even more frustrated.
When I’m out of the office I change my message to reflect the time I’m out, when I’ll be back, the fact I won’t have access to voice mail or email as well as how to get in touch with someone else in an emergency. I’ll inevitably return to several voice mails from the same person demanding to know why I haven’t called back.
Filled up the car on the way to work this morning. Other than that, no.
Pink Panther is on the top row, far right.
I picked my own berries a couple of weeks ago. Now (im)patiently waiting until I can go and pick peaches. I’ll do that every 2-3 weeks from late June until they’re gone (August or early September).
There are a few wild mulberry trees in my neighborhood. Saucy the dog used to love eating them. Current pup, Moxie, doesn’t care for them.
Strawberries were early here and started in late April. I was off the week of May 6 and went picking. Got over 12 lb in less than an hour. Have baked 9 loaves of strawberry bread. The last of the ones I picked are cut up in the fridge. Going to have waffles and strawberries tomorrow night for dinner.
Bleach on a colored shirt? White shirt in with the red one? Too hot in the dryer? I can think of lots of ways to ruin something.
Search me. I’ve been lost almost since the beginning of the strip. I try to just let the weird take its’ course.
Cleaning the house while a dog lives there is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos.