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According to my brother, we're due rain tomorrow. I told him the heat won't even be here long enough to complain about it. Which, I guess, is a complaint.

Whenever I'm asked, I often say the only thing I have to complain about is that I don't have anything to complain about.
 
When I get home tonight I might crack open the jar. Even the can of Guiness that's been in the fridge god knows how long. Or just forget, read a bit and go to bed only to be pleasantly surprised by the can of Guiness in my fridge tomorrow.
 
You know that things are different now when it's advisable to check the date on that can of beer in the fridge and probably irreversible when it transpires that it's out of date by four months.

But, hey, the two toddlers were great, their three pre-adolescent cousins heaps of fun, four boys and one girl to rule them all, which she did of course.
 
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