I seldom see check writers anymore. But, couponers I see from time to time, and I hate being behind them. Just my luck, either I get couponed, or the machine breaks down.
I have neighbors across the street that keep changing almost yearly. At first the house was a rental, but later it was sold. And now, it looks like the house is a rental, again. I usually make myself known to them, but they never let me know when they’re moving.
I’m not so sure about Jamaal’s got-your-back intention. The expression on Jamaal’s face after your bombshell was a bit quizzical, like he was mulling over whether to tell you to take him back home.
I was never much into fishing. But quail hunting, yes. Though my cousin and I decided it’d be much cheaper to go to the butcher and buy a plucked and gutted bird instead.
April Fool’s Month? It’s a good thing we’ve advanced to a day only. That’s like my high schools’s tradition of Rat Week. For a whole week, the new underclassmen could be made to do horrible things at the demand of any upperclassman. Over time that week became a day. When I came along, in ’65, and integration started, the whole Rat Day was abolished.
As my keyboard lies across my lap, that would require a level of flexibility unheard of in old men. I’ll just stick with the pass out in executive chair nap.
I’m not familiar with the rules of doubles tennis: could Woodstock fly and not stand during the match? Or, would that be considered an unfair advantage?
That I’ve gotta see.