No pocket, smokes go in the blazer pocket.
I used, with great success "Cool it Queenie" on my mother-in-law yammering away in the back seat whilst making my way thru Atlanta.
I did a horrible thing today!
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I used, with great success "Cool it Queenie" on my mother-in-law yammering away in the back seat whilst making my way thru Atlanta.
Ivan, I had a somewhat similar experience on my trip north to go to the PA State Cowboy Shooting Championship. I had a room waiting for me in Williamsport, PA which from where i live is a straight shot up US 15 (supposedly). I rely on GPS because trying to read a map while driving probably isn't a good idea. Traffic got to be horrid where US 15 and US 11 split, so when the GPS said cross the river, against my memories I followed the advice and it got me out of the bad traffic. But then it started identifying roads by Route #s that were totally different from the signs I was seeing. When I missed a turn I ended up going miles until the GPS told me to turn around.
So after I checked in at the motel I decided to head to the club where the match was. From my last trip 5 years ago I remembered there was a big sign indicating where to get off the paved road. Well guess what? The sign wasn't there anymore, and I went about another 15 miles before realizing that I probably missed the road up the mountain into the club. I was able to turn in my Luddite card, got the club web site on the cell phone and put Google maps on my phone and found the road I needed. I was somewhat glad to hear that my memory was OK, someone just took down the sign.
But I finally got there, and armed with new knowledge of how to get places, I went to the match to show my face, visited the American Legion in Williamsport (of course spreading around some Golden Dollars) and Sunday visited a dear old friend from law school.
So after I checked in at the motel I decided to head to the club where the match was. From my last trip 5 years ago I remembered there was a big sign indicating where to get off the paved road. Well guess what? The sign wasn't there anymore, and I went about another 15 miles before realizing that I probably missed the road up the mountain into the club. I was able to turn in my Luddite card, got the club web site on the cell phone and put Google maps on my phone and found the road I needed. I was somewhat glad to hear that my memory was OK, someone just took down the sign.
But I finally got there, and armed with new knowledge of how to get places, I went to the match to show my face, visited the American Legion in Williamsport (of course spreading around some Golden Dollars) and Sunday visited a dear old friend from law school.
My M-in-L lives north of Atlanta. I don't. I like it that way.
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Ivan the Butcher
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My dress T-shirts are in living color and have a pocket and most have 3 buttons at the neck. As opposed to white T-Shirts or wife beaters. (Nobody irons them in my house.)
Cabela's had a sale on 2/$10. I got about 6 to augment the 12 I already have.
We've been married 45 years through thick and thin! I lay it on pretty thick and her patience gets pretty thin! But we never go to bed angry with each other! Always remember: Happy Wife, Happy Life!
Ivan
My weekend in comparison to this thread and the 30 something married thread.
I left home Saturday morning and drove up to Fredericksburg to the Harley dealer. I showed them they were 3k too high on a bike. I made the deal to my liking. I was back home by 2 waiting for them to deliver it. I then got in a short ride before the rain. Sunday being single it’s always my turn to clean the house. I spent time with my Doberman and then went to my daughters to shoot a little with my grandson. Monday I met a new girl for breakfast and later in the day we agreed to cancel our dating app.I also got in another ride between rain showers. So all in one weekend I get a new bike and a new girlfriend.
I left home Saturday morning and drove up to Fredericksburg to the Harley dealer. I showed them they were 3k too high on a bike. I made the deal to my liking. I was back home by 2 waiting for them to deliver it. I then got in a short ride before the rain. Sunday being single it’s always my turn to clean the house. I spent time with my Doberman and then went to my daughters to shoot a little with my grandson. Monday I met a new girl for breakfast and later in the day we agreed to cancel our dating app.I also got in another ride between rain showers. So all in one weekend I get a new bike and a new girlfriend.
We took 2 vehicles No Fights!
Dave.357
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One wrapper ,off soda straw in each ear helps me .
“ AS per all that is right and proper, I start in the Gun Library. Then Go the reloading and then Ammo. (All the while texting -with photos- to friends and family, what is available and costs.)“’
That’s my exact routine.
That’s my exact routine.
My wife usually starts yelling at me when I deviate from the route designated by google maps. "Why are you going this way? The google lady told you to turn right back there."
"I like this road better. The difference is only 5 minutes. It's okay. I'm not lost."
"Whatever."
Didn't go anywhere for Memorial weekend. I had to work Friday, Sunday, and Monday.
"I like this road better. The difference is only 5 minutes. It's okay. I'm not lost."
"Whatever."
Didn't go anywhere for Memorial weekend. I had to work Friday, Sunday, and Monday.
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Ivan the Butcher
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There weren't 3000 primers in the store! Around 500each SP & LP @ $10/100 and 500 CCI BR4 @ $15/100.
Ivan
I like it!
Your comment got me thinking...
The next time someone in my truck won't give it a rest, I'll be tempted to say "One passenger side air bag is enough"!!
I guarantee it won't be to my wife.
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Driving on US27 a roadside info board flashed SECURE YOUR LOAD.
I reached and tugged Ms Native's seat belt. She knits while traveling and didn't notice the sign so I had to explain.
She knows me well (39 yrs the 2nd) and laughed.
I reached and tugged Ms Native's seat belt. She knits while traveling and didn't notice the sign so I had to explain.
She knows me well (39 yrs the 2nd) and laughed.
RobertJ.
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You speak as though that was your first squabble while driving. How long have you been married?
We have the occasional disagreement while driving, and it's usually in Portland, our nearest big city. Nowadays I avoid it like the plague, but sometimes it's a necessity.
I've been going to Portland, on my own, since I was seventeen. I know my way around, better than some who live there. I know what areas to avoid, and the areas that will be backed up with traffic at any given hour. However, my wife thinks her GPS knows the way better than I do. I'll concede that sometimes, although not very often, it does. But usually, it doesn't. You should hear the commotion when I fail to follow those instructions! The most satisfying part is when she says, "Okay, you were right."
We have the occasional disagreement while driving, and it's usually in Portland, our nearest big city. Nowadays I avoid it like the plague, but sometimes it's a necessity.
I've been going to Portland, on my own, since I was seventeen. I know my way around, better than some who live there. I know what areas to avoid, and the areas that will be backed up with traffic at any given hour. However, my wife thinks her GPS knows the way better than I do. I'll concede that sometimes, although not very often, it does. But usually, it doesn't. You should hear the commotion when I fail to follow those instructions! The most satisfying part is when she says, "Okay, you were right."
LVSteve
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Last time I was in England the GPS started bleating for turns when I was driving towards my old home village. "Oh no", I told my wife, "We do not want to go that way". She asked why. I explained that if she thought the roads were narrow and treacherous where we were, she really didn't want to see the tiny lanes GPS wanted us to use.
I just did a Google Maps search.
Seems accurate.
Seems accurate.
LVSteve
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I just did a Google Maps search.
Seems accurate.
Actually, had you been able to type that inquiry into Google in 1985, the Web would have imploded. An incredible number of pubs have closed in the UK in the last 30 years.
Give me a minute to set the Wayback Machine.
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