A sign in one of the last restaurants we went to about where you would expect the lavatory sign to be: "Men to the left because women are always right".
Sweetness will cuss me out for what she thinks I'm thinking. Just isn't fair. And here I thought her saying "You aren't wearing those pants are you?" Was a logical question that I had some free will to answer in the affirmative. It wasn't.
She watched me getting ready for deer hunting last opening day and noted that my green Woolrich plaid shirt clashed badly with my red striped woolen pants.


My other auto is a .45

The bitterness of poor quality is remembered long after the sweetness of low price has faded from memory