Dude! It's true! I am the definition of "Plain Jane". Well, except for my nails! Those girls are ON POINT!I haven’t met you..yet..but I’m calling B.S. on this!!
Good Lord! Please make sure when I'm on my death bed this man visits me! Sigh ...
Well, unless you can make it happen before then! THAT would be ... Sigh ... Oh my ... I need moment.
Good Lord! Please make sure when I'm on my death bed this man visits me! Sigh ...
Well, unless you can make it happen before then! THAT would be ... Sigh ... Oh my ... I need moment.
Calm down, baby. You're gonna be fine.
I've tried hanging at the local, farmer's, coffee shop. 99% of the conversation is it needs to rain, everything is dying. It needs to stop raining, everything is dying.
^^^The honest truth!
I found out that I need to pay attention and keep up with the conversation though.
Many ages ago, I overheard group of cranky old veterans at next table in Carl's Jr. at breakfast time, re-fighting the Battle of Iwo Jima or Gettysburg or Bunker Hill (something or other).
My order was ready and when I came back to my table, an old codger in "U.S. Air Force Retired" ball cap was saying loudly "...and I knew that **I** was going to have to take out that mortar!"
I was thinking to myself "Dang, old man -- did you drop a bomb or strafe 'em or...."
Then he added "...and I was careful with them bricks too! I was able to re-use most of 'em!"
I think there’s a whole bunch us who feel the same way as the gentleman you were eavesdropping on
