I’m up, but I’m not going to pretend I like it.
The size of a half dollar.
I’m never sending them to camp again.
I keep hearing him speak and I wonder why our neighbor is in the house.
Even though the lot is fairly empty (this is the far reaches) this still seems like a dick move.
They’re driving home the point that the arrival time is approximate. Last day of camp, first day of
We’re soooooo bored
Can we go out for Starbucks?
There’s nothing to do here
I don’t want to eat that for dinner
School starts in 6 weeks.
(However, sailing camp starts 8/4 for 2 weeks)
I love it when family members post at the same time.
On Saturday night we went out to dinner with our friends at the beach. When The Mister went to pay with the debit card (tied to our joint checking) it was declined.
When a waiter show up at your table in front of a bunch of other people to inform you that your card has been declined the only thing you can do is frantically search for another card or cash to pay the bill (we did).
Knowing that we had well over 20 times the check amount in the account did nothing to minimize my anxiety or embarasment. I mentally went over all the recent transactions. I checked my transactions online and there wasn’t anything amiss.
This morning I called the bank to see what the problem was. The balance was all there. The problem was that The Mister’s card had expired and he hadn’t put the new card into his wallet.
Welcome back to NY, home of red traffic alerts for the next 50 miles.
Our skipper is obviously very sea worthy
This menu brought to you by the year 1972
When life gives you an overcast day make happy hour on the patio