Andy in Germany
Guru
- Location
- Rottenburg am Neckar
Beautiful daughter naused it up I expect.
Good thinking. That must be it. The fact she can't usually get at the desk is an unimportant detail.
Beautiful daughter naused it up I expect.
Maybe someone older!Good thinking. That must be it. The fact she can't usually gat at the desk is an unimportant detail.
We're on the tip of a bluff on the edge of a high plateau, 400m above sea level with a valley on three sides.
Flooding is not a problem, but it's a pain in the legs when returning from a bike ride...
Maybe someone older!
Two other, older, excuses offered and that's your reaction!Sssh. Don't start messing up my excuses with facts.
Two other, older, excuses offered and that's your reaction!
And you're older. Show them who's in charge/the boss!Yeah, but there's three of them, not only two, and two of the three are bigger'n I am...
Sawhorses in your side yard, like the boat, at least in my old neighborhood. Yards had camper tops and boats regularly.Tomorrow's job is reorganising my garage, as my son bought a "large roof box" for his car just before Christmas (this is for camping trips). He forgot that these things need storing, hence why he got it for a fraction of the 'new' price. It's in great condition, and my sister has already hinted about borrowing it.
On the plus side, it's time to get the huge exercise bike back to MIL's garage (been used twice and had taken a large space in my garage for at least 10 years - it's a good quality one, but horrible to ride, hence not used. I've got space for it, but it involves moving two bikes, pulling out the tents, out goes the BBQ, and my bike rack has to move then it all can be hung back in place.
I currently can't move in the garage, nor get at any of the bikes as he's plonked it in the middle of the garage.
Ours is just right. We have a marzipan, and a Christmas stollen.The Marzipan Stollen we got for Christmas is a bit dry.
Morning all back to work for me today
Well it's not raining which is good
Could be a long day talking to idiots i fear