|OK for moving to Peyton's Place|
And you're SOL (short on luck) if you were hoping that I was going to help you move. My back surgeon will be glad to send you a note attesting to his dictum that I am to lift nothing heavier than 30 lbs., which leaves your sofa right where it is. Sorry.
My days of haulin' a load o' mulch or topsoil back to the Lazy 'C' Ranch are over, but they tell me that these products are now available for sale in handy plastic bags. Now, if you go to Lowe's or Home Depot, you just about have to tackle the lot guy if you want to give him a tip. At least at Lowe's, they are forbidden to take tips and have to keep an eye out for supervisors who have the eagle eye out for anyone pocketing a finsky as gratitude for loading 16 tons of #9 mulch into Harry Homeowner's Honda.
|Our new ride looks like this; our house does not|
And then there was a time I was hauling a broken-down heat pump (ours) to the dump and on the way at a guy at a stop light was looking at the machine in the bed of the truck,and wondering if that was the truck's air conditioning system.
|You know why he smiles!|
But as I reach the September 1 of my years, it becomes increasing apparent that bosomy bikini-clad women splashing around in the back of the truck, filled with water and some huge ice cubes to make an el cheapo swimming pool, will more likely be seen in a Kid Rock video than in my driveway. And that's fine. They'd probably want to hang around 'way past 10 PM, for crying out loud, and that's no good for us.