Pray for rain.
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6.15.2007
Timing is everything.
We are showing the house in 15 minutes and for the first time in years of living here, I look across the back fence to see my middle aged male neighbor sunning himself barechested in a cheap lawnchair, reading a magazine and looking for all the world as if he's waiting for the NASCAR race to start on the radio.
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at least he has pants on...
"And for this, Oh Lord, we thank Thee..."
No Bud Light?
Tracie
My gut feeling (and his gut appearance) says this guy's not seen a Bud LITE in a long, long time.
By the way, the guy's gone now. Race must have red flagged.
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