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Cousin Eddie's cousin
I hope you have a day full of loved ones, guitars, and happiness. 

I hope you have a day full of loved ones, guitars, and happiness.![]()
My wife and I have an unspoken rule which she broke this morning. We don’t give each other gifts on holidays any longer.
Well, I generally believe in the sanctity of life and have been known to capture bugs in my house and release them unharmed outside. I do have a soft heart. However, I draw the line when certain bugs live to disrupt my comfortable life.
Carpenter bees.They love to eat my pergola. I like my pergola, don’t want it eaten, or turned into a bee apartment complex. My bee weapon of choice? Tennis racquet.
So earlier this spring, I’m rummaging through my closet for my bee lobbing weapon, and I yell to my wife, “Honey, where is my tennis racquet?” To which she replies, “I gave it to the grandkids.” Me, “*^@_+#@*!!!”
So, in spite of our unspoken rule, this morning I did indeed receive a Father’s Day gift. Heh heh heh. Watch out you pergola eating bees.
Maybe next year I’ll get bee sting medication.
Despite the allure, don’t test it with your tongue.My wife and I have an unspoken rule which she broke this morning. We don’t give each other gifts on holidays any longer.
Well, I generally believe in the sanctity of life and have been known to capture bugs in my house and release them unharmed outside. I do have a soft heart. However, I draw the line when certain bugs live to disrupt my comfortable life.
Carpenter bees.They love to eat my pergola. I like my pergola, don’t want it eaten, or turned into a bee apartment complex. My bee weapon of choice? Tennis racquet.
So earlier this spring, I’m rummaging through my closet for my bee lobbing weapon, and I yell to my wife, “Honey, where is my tennis racquet?” To which she replies, “I gave it to the grandkids.” Me, “*^@_+#@*!!!”
So, in spite of our unspoken rule, this morning I did indeed receive a Father’s Day gift. Heh heh heh. Watch out you pergola eating bees.
Maybe next year I’ll get bee sting medication.
If the zapper doesn't work, apparently you can suffocate the bastages with the bag.My wife and I have an unspoken rule which she broke this morning. We don’t give each other gifts on holidays any longer.
Well, I generally believe in the sanctity of life and have been known to capture bugs in my house and release them unharmed outside. I do have a soft heart. However, I draw the line when certain bugs live to disrupt my comfortable life.
Carpenter bees.They love to eat my pergola. I like my pergola, don’t want it eaten, or turned into a bee apartment complex. My bee weapon of choice? Tennis racquet.
So earlier this spring, I’m rummaging through my closet for my bee lobbing weapon, and I yell to my wife, “Honey, where is my tennis racquet?” To which she replies, “I gave it to the grandkids.” Me, “*^@_+#@*!!!”
So, in spite of our unspoken rule, this morning I did indeed receive a Father’s Day gift. Heh heh heh. Watch out you pergola eating bees.
Maybe next year I’ll get bee sting medication.
My wife and I have an unspoken rule which she broke this morning. We don’t give each other gifts on holidays any longer.
Well, I generally believe in the sanctity of life and have been known to capture bugs in my house and release them unharmed outside. I do have a soft heart. However, I draw the line when certain bugs live to disrupt my comfortable life.
Carpenter bees.They love to eat my pergola. I like my pergola, don’t want it eaten, or turned into a bee apartment complex. My bee weapon of choice? Tennis racquet.
So earlier this spring, I’m rummaging through my closet for my bee lobbing weapon, and I yell to my wife, “Honey, where is my tennis racquet?” To which she replies, “I gave it to the grandkids.” Me, “*^@_+#@*!!!”
So, in spite of our unspoken rule, this morning I did indeed receive a Father’s Day gift. Heh heh heh. Watch out you pergola eating bees.
Maybe next year I’ll get bee sting medication.
My wife and I have an unspoken rule which she broke this morning. We don’t give each other gifts on holidays any longer.
Well, I generally believe in the sanctity of life and have been known to capture bugs in my house and release them unharmed outside. I do have a soft heart. However, I draw the line when certain bugs live to disrupt my comfortable life.
Carpenter bees.They love to eat my pergola. I like my pergola, don’t want it eaten, or turned into a bee apartment complex. My bee weapon of choice? Tennis racquet.
So earlier this spring, I’m rummaging through my closet for my bee lobbing weapon, and I yell to my wife, “Honey, where is my tennis racquet?” To which she replies, “I gave it to the grandkids.” Me, “*^@_+#@*!!!”
So, in spite of our unspoken rule, this morning I did indeed receive a Father’s Day gift. Heh heh heh. Watch out you pergola eating bees.
Maybe next year I’ll get bee sting medication.
Nice! I'd consider that a power tool!
Cheers all!
I had a spot of Cab Sav with my bacon and eggs and bacon (a tip from Dave out on the west coast). A lobster bag later today (corn, claws, shrimp, potatoes all boiled together).
Life is good.
i guess I don’t really have this Fathers Day thing down yet.
For some reason I’m up early cooking and cleaning so I can entertain my wife’s family? Is this how this sh!t is supposed to work?