Have some left-over chicken I did on the grill yesterday, some cob on the corn, garden salad...I'm already working on a beer. Just got home half an hour ago give or take. I had this young buck helping out today, right, son of a guy works the lumber yard, Garrett by name. Sounds like a cowboy, hey? Anyway, lumber truck shows up loaded down with Sheetrock, lift on it, forks. Have a window ready, sashes out, screen gone, support 2x4 in place. This old boy driving the truck is hemming and hawing about where I'd like him to pull in and lift the stuff...wants to see where the sewer exits the building. I show him. Sheesh. Worried about the septic tank. Anyway, we pull about...a bunch of Sheetrock through the window, 5/8s and 1/2 board, mold resistant and the other stuff. Young buck doesn't break a sweat. Good thing I forgot my glue gun at home...have about four or five at home...result of forgetting it...buy one new...so naw, I ain't going to have a fifth. I head home after the delivery...what's this got to do with supper?
Well...I'm building up to it.
Yeah...so...where was I?
Supper...chicken, corn, salad, beer...bread...
Young buck never broke a sweat so I figure to work him hard when I get back. Some say young people in this country won't work. Bullshit. This young man worked and worked hard. Verily. Time for supper. Adios.
Well...I'm building up to it.
Yeah...so...where was I?
Supper...chicken, corn, salad, beer...bread...
Young buck never broke a sweat so I figure to work him hard when I get back. Some say young people in this country won't work. Bullshit. This young man worked and worked hard. Verily. Time for supper. Adios.