You know when you lack class when you take a sip of iced tea and it dribbles down your chin . . . and you grab your shirt to wipe it off. And not just the stretchy part at the neck of a crew T-shirt, but the bottom part. Not a little dainty dab, but a big swipe of sweaty cloth.
This observation would not be about moi, of course.
I was wiping sweat off my face with the tail of my shirt today, which made me gag because my day was spent digging up a septic tank to deal with a broken sump pump. Nothing like a little sh*t to make your day…..
oh that was rude on your blog.
It’s been that kind of day.
WOW!!! I am impressed. Really. (Oh, are you going to start referring to the shovel you used as the s**t shovel?) But back to my being impressed – I salute you. Doing what has to be done, staying the course. Rose says, “That Pottermom, she’s OK in my book.”