It's Monday. I'm ready for Friday. I will hopefully be throwing down tons of boiled crawfish this weekend in New Iberia. At least I have something to look forward to I guess.
Speaking of co-workers... I have one I love dearly but she goes to Subway at least once a week and orders a sandwich toasted. Then when she gets back to the office she calls to say the bread is hard. Stop going to Subway or stop ordering the sandwich toasted!
OK, here I am under my mom's house where she stored all of her lawn and garden equipment, it's on a hill and a full six feet off the ground in the back. I'm looking for a rake and a hoe to work on the driveway drainage. So, what do I find? My American Flyer little red wagon circa 1958. I haven't seen it in 45 years, but apparently my mom had been using it all this time to pull her flower bed tools around the property. It could use a paint job, but it is essentially intact. I wonder whatever happened to my tricycle . . .
Why do people insist on showing me nasty scars/injuries?? Do I look like a doctor to you? I do not want to see where you had your toenail removed this weekend!!
I think I might still have some sweet pics of my foot like a week after reconstructive surgery. I'll have to PM them to you later.
I will shove the massive skewer they use at Texas de Brazil to carry the meat down your throat. I'll even take pictures before, during and after for you to remember the life changine moment. :yelwink2:
