I bought an electric pole saw, it works great. So yesterday I started trimming limbs at the Inn so the rooms I sell as bay view actually have a view. Saw is unbalanced and heavy, and I'm waving it around at the end of a 15 ft pole. Hard work for me, 'cause I ain't really in to that whole physical labor thing. So I get done, and there are a lot of limbs laying in the parking lot. So, I get the real chain saw out, and cut it all down to fire pit size, load it in the dump cart and take about 10 loads to the pit. Then, to be really nice to the wife, I go put a new drapery rod in room 23.
By the end of the day I am whipped and sore. Back hurts, blood running down my arm. So, I figure the best remedy is not the hot tub, but rather to go to the gun club and watch my buddy shoot (another 25 last night) and drink $1.50 Old Style cans until I feel better. And of course, didn't eat.
Well heck, after all that Old Style and no dinner a guy gets hungry, and my body felt a whole lot better with just the beer, so I figure additional medication is in order. So, off to the local bar for some Meyers rum and Coke and a bar pizza. Well, you can't wash down a pizza with just one, so you do the math.
OK, I wake up this morning and I feel like I have been hit by a groomer with the drag down. So, I figure the best thing is breakfast. I call a buddy who has a restaurant and order a bacon, egg, and cheese burrito to go, and a glass of milk.
Now, I am sitting here at my desk. I am so stiff I shuffle around like an old man. I have a class 4 hangover. And just to add the final touch to my morning, the burrito has taken hold and I have to go to the can every 15 minutes.
Help me...!
By the end of the day I am whipped and sore. Back hurts, blood running down my arm. So, I figure the best remedy is not the hot tub, but rather to go to the gun club and watch my buddy shoot (another 25 last night) and drink $1.50 Old Style cans until I feel better. And of course, didn't eat.
Well heck, after all that Old Style and no dinner a guy gets hungry, and my body felt a whole lot better with just the beer, so I figure additional medication is in order. So, off to the local bar for some Meyers rum and Coke and a bar pizza. Well, you can't wash down a pizza with just one, so you do the math.
OK, I wake up this morning and I feel like I have been hit by a groomer with the drag down. So, I figure the best thing is breakfast. I call a buddy who has a restaurant and order a bacon, egg, and cheese burrito to go, and a glass of milk.
Now, I am sitting here at my desk. I am so stiff I shuffle around like an old man. I have a class 4 hangover. And just to add the final touch to my morning, the burrito has taken hold and I have to go to the can every 15 minutes.
Help me...!
