My microwave recently went the way of all microwaves. Brought to an untimely demise by the Lads' younger friend from next door. Fortunately, the microwave is not the only means by which food is (re)heated in the Manor: I recently acquired a new oven/stove from Sears. Ain't she a beaut? Got a good deal, too. One oven dies, another oven appears. The circle of life.
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
3 comments:
You're a strange dude.
Happy Thanksgiving. Reheat y'all's selves something good.
Good luck lighting a cigarette on that stove.
Prolly true, Chase. Prolly true.
Definite true, John. Fortunately, I don't smoke (and I don't want to make it easy for the Lads to).
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