Ah heck... I'm alright... grouchy as hell sometimes. I am waiting for the artificial discs to come along a bit... and then we'll get some new joints. Maybe then I can get some exercise and lose this huge gut!
I wouldn't dare complain... I am damned lucky to be able to earn a living with a mouse and a soldering iron.
I wouldn't dare complain... I am damned lucky to be able to earn a living with a mouse and a soldering iron.
You know... I have this secret (well, it WAS) dream of opening a restaurant. A small to midsize town in or near the boonies.
A 4 - 5 night a week thing... dinner only. Surprise menu with choices, i.e. NO menu, low cost surroundings but comfy and unpretentious... just really great low/mid/high end food and booze from the 4 corners...
Maybe I could entice SY to guest chef for the wine we'd pour down him (get the boy to try some good greek lamb).
I think this (and very modest royalties) will be my retirement plan.
A 4 - 5 night a week thing... dinner only. Surprise menu with choices, i.e. NO menu, low cost surroundings but comfy and unpretentious... just really great low/mid/high end food and booze from the 4 corners...
Maybe I could entice SY to guest chef for the wine we'd pour down him (get the boy to try some good greek lamb).
I think this (and very modest royalties) will be my retirement plan.
pinkmouse said:
Aah, the fallen madonna with the big boobies again, by Woody Van Klomp .
Nice rack, Poobah.
A moving story like that makes me remember the Irish gentleman from Dublin who made a bundle in computers and then lost every penny in the restaurant he fancied to run. (high risk business overhere)
Welcome to the cervical fun club, Poobster.