Jon’s phone is gross.
One of them call me the other day. I stayed on the line until someone come on. They ask how I was doing, told them OK until they called. They ask me the year and model car I had. Told them they should know, they called me about the warranty. Long silence, then they hung up.
She just gave you a rhetorical answer.
Look what followed me home, dinner.
Anything that’s not nailed down.
Whole house stand by generator is the best way to go.
Has a whole new meaning for me. Enlarged prostate has a way of doing that.
Not really. No one wanted the stuff. My one sister did take a bunch of letters dad had sent home when he was still in the Marines at the end of the war. Nothing special thought.
And last year when I cleaned out my mothers house, I had the job of throwing out 70 years worth of old calendars, letters and all types of greeting cards.