Stig, any building can be moved, it’s just a matter of cribbing it properly, and lifting it properly. Two Bobcats on either side, with no communication doesn’t work well! Don’t ask how I know this!
Squish, yeah, Purple rain is coming down!
So some more of my unbelievable BS. My Sheriff buddy got ahold of me a week ago Friday, need d out, badly. Fortunately for me, the neighbor lady was available, female version of me, but without my alcohol tolerance. His girlfriend could come as well, a local PD, I can’t win!! So we went out “Andy style”, he had a good time and got his mind off shit. His girlfriend was a little Leary, but watching everyone else, she chilled and everyone got home safe.
The funeral was NUTS! It was Monday, and he asked me to be there. You ever want to see a cat in a room full of rocking chairs? That was me at the funeral! At least 20 cops. I walked in, he hugged and thanked me, his girlfriend gave me grief about all the cops. Gotta love friends like that.
Talked to him a little off and on this week, then he text me Friday he’s bought a Harley? While I’m scratching my head, his girlfriend, on duty, shows up to vent about the Harley.
They are planning on moving in together and I guess I’m going to marry them at some point? (I got ordained, don’t ask)
I wish I had the imagination to make this stuff up.
I was supposed to be at another funeral this am, guy went in for knee surgery and died on the table. I’m just worn out, I feel bad but I just couldn’t do it again.