Speaking of editions...does anyone remember that show...Early Edition...where the guy got the paper with the future...tried to save people...great show...
Off to a boring Board meeting for the Hort. Society, my second last as I am not doing it next year. Then I will be packing taters, carrots and squash for the Good Food Boxes and delivering them to some of the village losers who seem to be able to drive to the store for booze and ciggies but not to the Hall to pick up their bargain fruits and veggies.
(I think I'm suffering from "good deed" burnout! Ignore me.)
Me either......riiiiiiight.....why just 2 days ago my ex-wife told me for the 3rd year in a row she isn't doing the Viking Festival anymore....riiiight...
Gary, just thought you should know, there is a picture here with some skinny guy standing next to your wife, very close to your wife. I don't want to be a busybody but thought you might want to check this out.
Then I will be packing taters, carrots and squash for the Good Food Boxes and delivering them to some of the village losers who seem to be able to drive to the store for booze and ciggies but not to the Hall to pick up their bargain fruits and veggies.
(I think I'm suffering from "good deed" burnout! Ignore me.)
I have a contract with local govt for subsidy day care. I have similar experiences when a parent tells me they have no $$ for food for the kids. But the next day ask me to babysit while they go out to a party. But then the have the money to pay me for that!?!?!
I have no problem with kids getting free breakfast and lunch at school...none!
But what I don't understand is how come many of those parents pull up in a lot nicer cars than I drive and had cell phones way before me...and much better ones! Mine is as basic as it gets...love that $54 bill for Angie and I each month...unless I go text crazy with the son during the ballgames...
A far more accurate account of the events of that fateful morning....
Baby bear goes downstairs, sits in his small chair at the table.
He looks into his small bowl. It is empty. 'Who's been eating my porridge?'
he squeaks.
Daddy Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into
his big bowl and it is also empty. 'Who's been eating my porridge?!?' he
roars.
Mummy Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and
yells, 'For God's sake, how many times do I have to go through this with you
idiots? It was Mummy Bear who got up first. It was Mummy Bear who woke
everyone in the house. It was Mummy Bear who made the coffee. It was Mummy
Bear who unloaded the dishwasher from last night and put everything away. It
was Mummy Bear who swept the floor in the kitchen. It was Mummy Bear who
went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the newspaper and
croissants. It was Mummy Bear who set the damn table.
'It was Mummy Bear who walked the bloody dog, cleaned the cat's litter tray,
gave them their food, and refilled their water.
'And now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs and
grace Mummy Bear with your grumpy presence, listen carefully, because I'm
only going to say this once....
They got the liner in the pool yesterday and we are filling it up now. They should be here tomorrow to hook up all the plumbing to it. Then they will get it winterized, covered and I will try to wait patiently until April or May! I went ahead and put a picture of how it looked on day one and then Day seven, yesterday. Big difference! what do you think?
