When my wife and I lived in Charlotte, we resided in an apartment complex that had a gym within a short walking distance from us. It’s a good thing too; I mean, the gym is important, but walking to get there? Why don’t I just chop some wood and bale some hay while I’m at it?
…as my father-in-law was packing the cooler this morning, it was decided that if even one Ice House had to be removed to make room for the dessert, the dessert would just have to stay.
Have you ever worked so hard on something, and then when you’re done, all that you want to do is do it all over again?