If you put it out for trash pickup, they will only empty it . . . .
If you label it “trash” they only empty it . . .
Ahhh . . maybe the crew does not speak English well . . . label it “Basura”
It’s still sitting there . . .
I guess I’ll buy a bigger trash can to put it in, or I could always donate it to Goodwill . . .
I know I finally have enough caffeine when I can thread a sewing machine while it’s running . . .
Sometimes, and increasingly more frequent, I find that I just don’t understand what some people are thinking. A female friend of mine went on a blind date. They had interacted a bit online prior to the date, but mostly just to arrange the date.
She arrived at the restaurant to find he was already seated, and she was directed to his table. So far, pretty normal date. Early on in the conversation, he said, “If we’re still together at Christmas, I’m going to buy you these.”
He then handed her his phone with this picture . . .
The chances of them still dating at Christmas? Zero!
Jake, my 7 year old son, on punctuality:
“I don’t like to get there early. I just want to be first.”