…some don’t 😉
Not that I’ve ever really complained about the weather. That is the one thing you have no control over, so you might as well accept it and carry on with life as best you can.
We’ve been experiencing a heatwave here in the good old RS of A. At least in my neck of the woods, on the Highveld. Or it may just be very hot. And stuffy. Clouds in the sky the whole time, hopefully gathering for the grand show we’re all waiting for. Only thing that will break the heat is a good, old-fashioned Highveld thunderstorm. When that’s going to happen though, nobody knows. Probably tomorrow when I want to dry my clothes, or my garden dude wants to cut the grass 😉 Murphy hard at work!
At least today is Friday. Jeans and flat shoes and a big, oversized shirt – to flap in a cool breeze every so often 😉
My sister tells me that yesterday the traffic cops were standing at a robot, checking licences of the people standing still, waiting for the robot to chance. That seems a bit underhanded to me. Kind of sneaky, not so? I mean, if you want to check this kind of thing, have a proper roadblock. Exercise your might that way. But not at a robot where people have no recourse. Maybe it’s because my bloody licence is, once again, overdue. Not by years, only by a month, which means, instead of buying a dvd player at the end of this month, I will have to take out my car’s licence. Not to mention my actual driver’s licence. Which you have to renew every bloody 5 years. And we’re still being charged to use the roads, even after all this money we spend on just keeping a vehicle on the road.
Such is life in south Africa.
And on that note, let me start my day. Have a good one folks!!
Two married friends are out drinking one night, when one turns to the other and says, “You know I don’t know what else to do. Whenever I go home after we’ve been out drinking, I turn the headlights off before I get to the driveway. I shut off the engine and coast into the garage.
Take my shoes off before I go into the house, I sneak up the stairs, get undressed in the bathroom, stick my foot in the toilet and pee down my leg to prevent splashing sounds.
I ease into bed and my wife STILL wakes up and yells at me for staying out so late.”
His friend looks at him and says, “Well, you’re obviously taking the wrong approach.
I screech into the driveway, slam the door, storm up the steps, pee hard into the toilet water, then use the full flush, throw my shoes in the closet, undress in the bedroom, then jump into bed, slap her on the ass and say ‘WHO’S HORNY????!!!’ and she acts like she’s sound asleep! Works every time!”