blow, winds, blow
okay, i'm still a moron, but i'm a lucky moron.
i was sure i'd waited too long to order firewood for the winter — every place i'd called was fresh out, so sorry. but i persevered, and i finally found a place that will deliver a cord. "delivered and stacked?" i asked hopefully.
nope. delivered and dumped. because i can find no one else to deliver, i wasn't in a position to quibble. i suppose the stacking is the price i'll have to pay for waiting so long to arrange the delivery — the moron tax, if you will.
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Ah! You just reminded me...time to call Zack the Wood Guy!
Posted by: terry | September 29, 2003 01:18 PM
if even one person benefits from my moronicity, it will have been worth it.
Posted by: julie | September 29, 2003 02:38 PM
You need to enlist the aid of that burly Bambi that has been nibbling at your greenery. "Haul, Bambi, Haul!"
Posted by: Tim | September 29, 2003 03:34 PM
wait til your maw gets there....you know how she likes chores
Posted by: auntb | September 29, 2003 04:44 PM
and while she does it, you both can sing
Posted by: auntb | September 29, 2003 04:44 PM
imagine me belting out "erie canal" in my finest baritone. (it probably helps if you also imagine me as a six-foot grizzled black man.)
Posted by: julie | September 29, 2003 07:16 PM
save "erie canal" for when you get here, and then sing it soft and low...I'm from buffalo, remember? and I only know about 6 songs, so my kids think it's a lullaby.
Posted by: terry | September 29, 2003 09:49 PM