There's a fried chicken restaurant around here for decades that doesn't give you silverware and its kind of an unwritten rule that you don't use it. Its available if you ask, but all the regulars know you are a first timer.My buddy used to do that. He'd never touch food with his hands. But he could pick that chicken clean off the bones.
Almost as good.I don't live here, we are just on a Colorado Vacation.
That's cool you can do that. Over here, it's illegal. I told my wife just bury my ashes in the yard, or in my weber, or toss me into the ocean instead of paying the shrine for the privilege of letting me hang around with them buddha dudes. She said they could go to jail for that. I asked who would know? You don't have a big procession during the peak time of day, make a big speech and then slowly pour the ashes into the ocean. No! you go at 0100, in the cover of darkness and toss me into the ocean, in a paperbag with a rock in it. So easy.fulfilled the last part
Your kitchen is deserving of a Michelin Star!Made an excellent supper tonight, a new to me recipe with a couple of my own enhancements; Pesto Penne with Shrimp and Peas. Homemade Pesto from the hands of Mrs Willie, Peas from the frozen homegrown stash, large shrimp (peeled & deveined by Mrs Willie as well while I was in the pool) and various other ingredients. I enhanced the recipe with additional Pine Nuts, Parmesan, and Pimento Peppers as well. Most excellent! I made Arlene Zucchini spaghetti since she's back on that Keto diet (no carb), while I had some whole wheat Penne pasta.
It's a keeper!
In due time you won't trade those memories for anyhting.I will trade you. I have to head out in a little while to attend my daughters volleyball game.
A salesman never has an off day.I was a sales and marketing executive, and I actually did take calls on vacation, or whenever necessary
oooooo! Miracle Cures!I keep getting various sciatica oriented ads and similar. I think Troy has poisoned the system.
I told my son I want a burial at sea. Be sure to flush twice…As far as final arrangements are concerned, I’ve told the wife to just have me cremated, put my ashes in a bag, and throw me in the fire box of either 1309 or 734 on the Western Maryland scenic Railway.
Too true Louis! Plus the people I managed were all independent sales agents, not direct employees. It was a lot like herding cats, but it was a great company to work for.A salesman never has an off day.
