You mean easier, not faster, Mike. If you’re talking faster, you’d have shoveled and be done hours ago. Nah, you did not want hard labor. You wanted a machine to do the work for you but the irony…you labored to warm it up. The logic of a teenager.
Hair is at Moony? How the heck did he get in? Betcha his daddy bought a way in for his kid.
Huh? I think you did not get it or misread my post. Go and read again.
A semester is not 3 months but 5. The mandatory number of weeks is 16 extended into 20 due to holidays, registration period and other things.
There are those 5% millionaires who will see this and ask "What’s the big deal? It’s just a lousy 3 grand. " 3 grand is nothing to them – like it’s $1. I had a wealthy friend who never looked at price tags – which annoyed the hell out of me. She simply breezed through the stores filling up her cart and pulled her card and swiped. What bugged HER about me was I checked the price tag for every item I looked at. But of course. I did not have a credit card that was paid by a third party and I had to count my pennies because I had a limited amount of cash on me. Jesus. She complained that checking prices was time-awasteful. She is something like Tiffany – she married a man beneath her status, learned to live in a moderate ranch home that she had to clean herself and raised her children without a nanny. Her dad disowned her when she married the love of her life…and him being a cop was even worse. Once in a while especially at Christmas and birthdays, she would complain about being unable to splurge. She used to be a world traveler and now she never goes anywhere. Been married 30 years with 3 grown kids and three grands. She amazes me. Looks like Tiffany is heading in the same way my friend did – or would that be a question how long she will last before she gives in and go back to her daddy?
Of course I know that. Duh. I was referring to DEZ choosing a sleeping bag as a lucky charm when I said OMG.
Jesus. I will take those snow dogs. My dogs are the world class wussies – refuses to go out for potty whenever it rains…here in Phoenix. The soil is muddy, I understand…but just damp but solid? Nope. Deck is wet? Nope. When the deck dries but the soil is still damp, they pee on the deck. I always hose down their pee off the deck and poop too. Like I said, wussies. They ought to learn to use human toilet just so they could go potty when it rains.
Oh boy. Farley could have walked on the snow to that tree and peed on it without any problem. Shoveling a path to the tree is on the extreme side. Yeah, I know, this is just a comic and the goal is the funny.
Dez only brought a yoga mat to sleep on. She didn’t bring a sleeping bag.
Me O.M.G. too! It’s like professional sports players who never wash their game socks, shoes or underwear – whatever they consider their lucky charm. This is Dez’s camping lucky charm.