Green Acres
Well, the wife and I have decided to go ahead and do it: we're gonna rip down our house, move into a cramped rental and subject ourselves to 10 months of stress and torture, all in the hopes of getting a few extra yards of space in our house in which to store all of our needless crap.
This is no small undertaking, my friends. The best way I can describe it is like this: say you go to the fair (I know, it's your favorite thing to do next to watching American Idol), and say at the fair you buy a hot dog with mustard. It costs 50 cents. You pay the nice lady behind the counter and turn to walk away. You take 10 steps and then realize that what you would really want is a foot-long with ketchup and relish and onions and cheese. So you turn around, throw the dog in the trash and order another one. Problem is that it costs 70 cents and you've only got 50 cents left after buying the first one, so you ask the guy behind you (who happens to look like Karl Rove) if you can borrow some. He says sure, but it'll cost you 2 bucks that you will have to pay back over a 30 year period, during which time he can change his mind and charge more. By the time you get to the nice lady again and order your super dog, she says the price has gone up. You're really hungry...you really want this hot dog and, by God, you're gonna do everything to get it. So you buy it, and it tastes good. Later in the week, while you're working overtime to pay back Karl, you think back to that dog. It WAS worth it, wasn't it?
Get the idea?
Anyway, since I don't have enough for the extra relish, which in my world means landscaping (and appliances, and nails), I was thinking about something like the photo below. What do you think? You can come over and play on it -- as long as you bring some relish.
This is no small undertaking, my friends. The best way I can describe it is like this: say you go to the fair (I know, it's your favorite thing to do next to watching American Idol), and say at the fair you buy a hot dog with mustard. It costs 50 cents. You pay the nice lady behind the counter and turn to walk away. You take 10 steps and then realize that what you would really want is a foot-long with ketchup and relish and onions and cheese. So you turn around, throw the dog in the trash and order another one. Problem is that it costs 70 cents and you've only got 50 cents left after buying the first one, so you ask the guy behind you (who happens to look like Karl Rove) if you can borrow some. He says sure, but it'll cost you 2 bucks that you will have to pay back over a 30 year period, during which time he can change his mind and charge more. By the time you get to the nice lady again and order your super dog, she says the price has gone up. You're really hungry...you really want this hot dog and, by God, you're gonna do everything to get it. So you buy it, and it tastes good. Later in the week, while you're working overtime to pay back Karl, you think back to that dog. It WAS worth it, wasn't it?
Get the idea?
Anyway, since I don't have enough for the extra relish, which in my world means landscaping (and appliances, and nails), I was thinking about something like the photo below. What do you think? You can come over and play on it -- as long as you bring some relish.
posted by Lou at 1:16 PM
2 Comments:
what are you gonna rename ben "tiger" and turn him into a golf pro?
I'll polish up my putter and pickle some cukes.
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