I love the guys who are tiling my kitchen floor, but I do wish they wouldn't leave my door open. Bugs get in.
Just now, I went after a couple of wasps. I got the first one, then swatted the second so hard that the head of the flyswatter snapped clean off. Never had that happen before.
For no reason, I'm flashing to a story my father used t…
I love the guys who are tiling my kitchen floor, but I do wish they wouldn't leave my door open. Bugs get in.
Just now, I went after a couple of wasps. I got the first one, then swatted the second so hard that the head of the flyswatter snapped clean off. Never had that happen before.
For no reason, I'm flashing to a story my father used to tell about his father (who died before I was born). Dad had attacked a fly with what sounded to my grandfather like excessive force. He said (in Greek, of course), "What are you hitting, a mule?"
If you're swinging your flyswatter so hard that you're breaking it maybe you can audition to be a stand in for that faux speaker guy - McWhatever - in case he needs a day off.
I love the guys who are tiling my kitchen floor, but I do wish they wouldn't leave my door open. Bugs get in.
Just now, I went after a couple of wasps. I got the first one, then swatted the second so hard that the head of the flyswatter snapped clean off. Never had that happen before.
For no reason, I'm flashing to a story my father used to tell about his father (who died before I was born). Dad had attacked a fly with what sounded to my grandfather like excessive force. He said (in Greek, of course), "What are you hitting, a mule?"
If you're swinging your flyswatter so hard that you're breaking it maybe you can audition to be a stand in for that faux speaker guy - McWhatever - in case he needs a day off.
Patrick McHenry: Give me McLiberty, or give me McDeath!