I went to one of our project sites this morning, and it seems that the contractor has imported a large quantity of what appears to be an albino sand. While it compacts very well, it has an unusually high moisture content. I took it to a lab to get tested, but they said every time they went to dry it, it disappeared. But wherever they got it, it must have been cheap and plentiful, because I noticed it’s on every other jobsite I passed. This could be a sign of an apocalyptic nature. Film at eleven.
I can drink draft beer because I’m a draftsman. How can I drink a lager if I don’t even own a chainsaw? Helloooo?
I’ve had kidney stones.
I’ve had thoughts of going to the gym.
Thoughts from the patio:
I found the patio.
Get behind me, Ulmer…get behind me.
Cat’s can help you feel good about yourself.
For example…on this cold and rainy night, Ruby here could be cold and wet in some back alley, scrounging through the garbage for food. Or she could still be in the pound, cooped up in one of a row of cages. But instead, she is all cozy and cute on her wittle pillow. And you think to yourself “look what I did. I rescued her and gave her a warm home. I am a good person”.
And then tomorrow she’ll give you a big ol’ deuce on the laundry room floor, or hock up a croquet sized hairball in a strategic place to be found later, and remind you how life really is.
Yep…cats can wield the frying pan of truth to your face too.
Today at lunch, my son and I somehow got on the topic of cussing. I was reminded of a conversation I had years ago with my mom, who is in heaven now. I told him what she had said.
She said “Son… you are at an age where you will probably start cussing. For all I know, maybe you already do. And soon, you will be too old for me to do anything about it. But I have one favor to ask:. If you would, please don’t ever use the ‘F’ word around me. I don’t know what it is, but there is just something about that word that makes me cringe. If you would grant me that one favor, I would be most thankful”. And for the rest of her life, I honored her request.
After hearing the story, he sat silent for a bit and then asked in a serious tone “Dad…are there any words that you would rather not hear me say?”
I thought about it and answered “Dad, we’re out of rum.”
Hindsight being 20/20, I probably shouldn’t have told him that while we were eating. Medics almost got called to Taco Town.
Kids these days want paid just to be good.
I can be good for nothing.