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Turned $40 that my son put in my tab account for Father's Day into $100. That's a betting account.
Russ
Russ
Thinking about something nice and light for lunch (friends coming today). Weather is quite good at the moment, 23 C and it should be like that for the rest of the day, a perfect temperature to go out for a run in the afternoon
6°C, drizzle and blowing a gale (the kind that makes it hard to keep a vehicle on the road and trees off it).12 deg c here. No running here,lol.
Russ
We have guests coming over tomorrow.
I hate having guests.
Well, it's my brother, and I love him dearly, nicest guy in the world, funny, loves a good time, but he's a handful to manage, and he needs managing. He gets into everything, and there's no cooking around him, he's right under my feet the whole time. It's why I'm doing the majority of the cooking today.I'm not keen either.
there's no cooking around him, he's right under my feet the whole time.
Last time she came over, we got into it because right in the middle of my kitchen, she popped out a giant spliff, proceeded to light up, and when I told her to take it well outside, she got offended.
Well, it's my brother, and I love him dearly, nicest guy in the world, funny, loves a good time, but he's a handful to manage, and he needs managing.
Leopold Alcocks - Jake Thackray
Yep, that would apply.Leopold Alcocks - Jake Thackray
I've found glasses nestled in tree branches, where he stopped to pull some weeds, a glass in my mailbox, where he checked my mail for me (the mail carrier found that one), a glass in the freezer where he set in down while getting ice...for the glass that he set down.
Have you ever written a book?Yep, that would apply.
The thing is, he's a really good guy and none of his stuff is intentional. For example, he likes to drink bourbon. A lot. So when he comes to my house, he's usually already started, because he loves coming over here.
So he makes his own drinks, but he can't sit still, so he's in the kitchen, he's in the bar, he's in the bathroom, he's out in the garage, he's in the living room, he's out in the yard, he's on the front porch, he's on the back deck...and that's the first 30 minutes.
Everywhere he goes, he has a drink in his hand, and he always sets them down in the unlikeliest places, forgets about them, then makes a new one, and the cycle repeats.
He'll go through 20 glasses while he's here, and when he leaves, I've got to play whiskey glass scavenger hunt, going around my entire two-acre property looking for them.
I've found glasses nestled in tree branches, where he stopped to pull some weeds, a glass in my mailbox, where he checked my mail for me (the mail carrier found that one), a glass in the freezer where he set in down while getting ice...for the glass that he set down.
And that's just one thing he does.
He's still much more palatable than his wife.
I have a lot of family stories. Just wait until the holidays roll around and I tell you about the Christmas that my dad beat the living snot out of the town Santa Claus, while wearing his costume, just a couple of hours before he was to hand out candy to the kiddies. It's a hoot (and Santa had it coming).Have you ever written a book?