Its like that funny growth that keeps coming back, even after you've cut it off twice.
Ok, so that was more disgusting than I meant it to be.
I went grocery shopping saturday night, and I had this really nice cashier, named Christian, who is my new best friend. Well, not really, but he's in a tie for third. But he put me in a good mood, when I was previously not in a good mood.
So with my good mood and my groceries I proceeded to the parking lot where I had left the beretta. Upon entry to the beretta, I remembered my cell phone, and decided to call no one other than Tim.
But there's a back story here. I have to go to Black River Falls to cut up deer for CWD testing on Nov. 19th, and rather than go all that ways and not visit, I thought I might visit instead.
So with motive, I called, and we chatted, mostly about how I will be turning 46 this year, and he 86. Prior to my calling, he was of course half asleep on the couch. This was when I knew that we were meant for each other (or at least meant to spend our Saturday nights in similarly dull and comfortable ways). So I popped the question. "Will you go out with me saturday the 18th?" To which he replied a hearty "maybe, but its opening weekend, so I'll have to think about it." What more could a girl hope for?
I went grocery shopping saturday night, and I had this really nice cashier, named Christian, who is my new best friend. Well, not really, but he's in a tie for third. But he put me in a good mood, when I was previously not in a good mood.
So with my good mood and my groceries I proceeded to the parking lot where I had left the beretta. Upon entry to the beretta, I remembered my cell phone, and decided to call no one other than Tim.
But there's a back story here. I have to go to Black River Falls to cut up deer for CWD testing on Nov. 19th, and rather than go all that ways and not visit, I thought I might visit instead.
So with motive, I called, and we chatted, mostly about how I will be turning 46 this year, and he 86. Prior to my calling, he was of course half asleep on the couch. This was when I knew that we were meant for each other (or at least meant to spend our Saturday nights in similarly dull and comfortable ways). So I popped the question. "Will you go out with me saturday the 18th?" To which he replied a hearty "maybe, but its opening weekend, so I'll have to think about it." What more could a girl hope for?