Discussion in 'Life After Brown' started by moreluck, Feb 10, 2012.
Hey, Rod. Can you ask the wife if she would mind my cloning you?
On certain days I'm sure she would say you could have me-----period--- to hell with the cloning.
I already gave my wife flowers and I took her out to eat yesterday. She isn't crazy about roses, a big bouquet of fresh cut flowers suits her just fine. Tuesday is a work day and it will too late and crowded to do anything by the time I get home. I am lucky to have a wife like mine, we are both flexible about when its best to celebrate special occasions.
Happy Wife, Happy Life
That certain day in a package car comes to mind. That did sound fun.
That was one of the mornings I punched out with a bigger than normal smile on my face.
I bet you did. hehehehehehehehehehehe
Did I miss something ?
Me wishing I was Rod's wife the day they 'tested out' the driver's seat at 60 in his Package Car.
He is my hero
OH MY..........I was never close enough to home......the only time I ventured close to home was when I had to bail out a driver during peak......finished early, drove home to await my assignment.......neighborhood kids climbed all-over my package, while I awaited my direction from command central........Took a batch of cookies back w/ me, to the center.........bottom line, I delivered 5 stops.......easiest 2 hrs., I experienced........working as directed
you guys are way too frisky
Happy name day also to Valentine Tejano Valdez III.
Val, for short.
Vay-boy, Hawaiian style.
If I worked in a resturant I would put fake engagement rings in every gals food
That's evil.........................and funny
Valentine's Day is mentioned ruefully by Ophelia in Hamlet (1600–1601):
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes,
And dupp'd the chamber-door;
Let in the maid, that out a maid
Never departed more.
—William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act IV, Scene 5
The modern cliché Valentine's Day poem can be found in the collection of English nursery rhymes Gammer Gurton's Garland (1784):
The rose is red, the violet's blue,
The honey's sweet, and so are you.
Thou art my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine:
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And Fortune said it shou'd be you
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