I never saw having to go to parent teacher meetings for some reason. Its like the final nail in the coffin of youthfulness. You get a letter in the mail, its says you are not cool anymore, you have to go listen to some teacher talk about your kid...
It is weird that they make you sit in the tiny little chairs. Hard to have an adult conversation with a teacher when your knees are smacking you in the chin.
... we are not REALLY logging. I get that. We are just peacefully felling one hardwood tree after the other, and never hurrying at all)
Took the day off, since we don't have anything lined up till after easter when we start logging again. ( Willard, you don't have to tell me we are not REALLY logging. I get that. We are just peacefully felling one hardwood tree after the other, and never hurrying at all)
So me and the mail order bride went to Sweden to do some shopping for stuff that we can't get here.
Malmø, to be exact.
It was an OK day, as OK as a day shopping with the wife can be.
Would have been more fun if she hadn't been with me, then I would have worn a yarmulke and seen if anything bit on that lure.
Cattle decapitations in Malmø?
Omg that was funny. I think you could either do some stand up or maybe right a book of short stories, you have talent.
You're a trip, Stig. Not quite the liberal utopia mindset I had imagined.
How was the blue cheese dressing?
Thanks, just got to get some work done now, got payments to make. The monkey is on my shoulder!