....no, not George Costanza...
'tis I, Phfranklin Q. Bahndeaux, who is truly the Lord of the Idiots...
here's how one is elevated to this Lofty Post: work all day at your ranch doing various chores including filling the garbage can to the brim so that you can set it out at the top of the levee for pickup the following morning, then wake up the next morning all ready to take it up and then face the harsh, ever so harsh, realization that it is in fact Friday morning, NOT Thursday morning, as you thought it was.
That's right: Lose a whole frickin' day somehow...
Help me, Rhonda....
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To remedy the situation, I'd start by capping the wine and snuffing the smoke, HA!
Ronda left the building!
Obviously Rhonda is not help! The garbage is still there………..Maybe you need a dependable Wednesday reminder.
happens to the best of us.
except when I forget what day it is (it happens LOL)I only have to look at what I'm wearing to remember.
...works for me.
but if you ask me your pick-up day is what's screwed, not you. my pick-up is Monday so I ALWAYS know that the 'garbage' is part of my end of the week Sunday routine.
Now it's when I KNOW that and I still somehow manage to NOT put the cans out that it's "pass the Dunce Cap, please" time.
First, why would anyone ever snuff the smoke????
Second, so I guess what you are saying is...
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
Thinkin' about losin a day, the garbage ain't gone
Going, going to stink... Going to stink... Sorry but I can't take the stink
Going down... going down now... going down....to the dump now
Did you ever find the day? I lost a day once. I found it a couple of months later in a dumpster next to Miko's Massage Parlor. Cheers!!
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