^^oof!^^

That's next level mismanagement.

morning. 

Evening.

What a shit winter for my 3 point hitch to fail, leaving my snowblower unuseable. This shoveling blizzards? Just, no.

Tomorrow is my last day working for the micromanaging wanker of a boss. Guy is brilliant-assigning tasks to people who are unqualified, and my favorite, a task to someone that doesn't exist at our company. I've never seen a shop run into a ditch so fast.

Test session. Race weekend is March 18-21. 

Quote from: ungeheuer on Yesterday at 12:59:20 PM...it's always the last 6" (so I'm told).

 

A die-hard fan was very surprised to see an empty seat at the Super Bowl.
He noticed a woman sitting next to the empty seat and made a remark about it to her.
"Well, it was my husband's", she said. "But he died."
"Oh my gosh!" he said. "I'm sorry for your loss, but I'm surprised that another friend or family member didn't jump at the chance to take the ticket."
"Beats me", she said. "They all insisted on going to the funeral."

Quote from: ducpainter on Yesterday at 07:07:27 AMI gave it a go. Max I could find was 84".

...it's always the last 6" (so I'm told).

 

Well, Ole and Lena went to the same Lutheran Church. Lena went every Sunday and taught Sunday School. Ole went on Christmas and Easter and once in awhile, he went on one of the other Sundays. On one of those Sundays, he was in the pew right behind Lena and he noticed what a fine looking woman she was. Vhile dey were taking up the collection, Ole leaned forward and said, "Hey, Lena, how about you and me go to dinner in New Ulm next Friday?" "Yah, Ole, that would be nice," said Lena. Well, Ole couldn't believe his luck. All week long he polished up his old Ford, and on Friday he picked Lena up and took her to the finest restaurant in New Ulm. When they sat down, Ole looked over at Lena and said, "Hey, Lena, vould you like a cocktail before dinner?" "Oh, no, Ole," said Lena. "Vat vould I tell my Sunday School class?" Ole was set back a bit, so he didn't say much until after dinner. Then he reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "Hey, Lena," said Ole, "would you like a smoke?" "Oh, no, Ole," said Lena. "Vat vould I tell my Sunday School class?" Well, Ole vas feeling pretty low after that, so he yust got in his Ford and vas driving Lena home ven dey passed the Hot Springs Motel. He'd struck out twice already, so he figured he had nothing to lose. "Hey, Lena," said Ole, "how vould you like to stop at that motel with me?" "Yah, Ole, dot would be nice," said Lena. Vell, Ole couldn't believe his luck. He did a U-turn right then and there across the median and everything, and drove back to the motel and checked in vith Lena. The next morning Ole got up first. He looked at Lena lying there in the bed, her gray curls on the pillow. "What have I done? What have I done?" thought Ole. He shook Lena and she woke up. "Lena, I've got to ask you one thing," said Ole. "What are you going to tell your Sunday School class?" "Lena said, "The same ting I alvays tell dem. You don't have to smoke and drink to have a good time!"

Quote from: Stella on February 25, 2026, 07:32:30 PMAfter a work out last night, I cleaned and listened to one of the local radio stations who likely thought people like me weren't watching the tube.  Music was on point. 


Tonight:  avoiding work and trying to dial in my google-foo to find a bay window curtain rod - with the center rod being 90" length.  IF any of you are so inclined to try your hand at searching the interwebs for one that would work, I'll send you a photo of the elk that I watch through that window.   

Lengthy dentist appt in the morning.  That'll be fun.   

Later. 

I might have found something. PM incoming.

Bubba and Earl, were driving down the road drinking a couple of bottles of Bud.

The passenger, Bubba, said, "Lookey thar up ahead, Earl, it's a po-lice roadblock! We're gonna get busted fer drinkin' these here beers!!"

"Don't worry, Bubba," Earl said.

"We'll just pull over and finish drinkin' these beers, peel off the label and stick it on our foreheads, and throw the bottles under the seat."

"What fer?" asked Bubba.

"Just let me do the talkin', OK?" said Earl.

Well, they finished their beers, threw the empty bottles under the seat, and each put a label on their forehead.

When they reached the roadblock, the sheriff said, "You boys been drinkin'?"

"No sir," Earl said. "We're on the patch."