Maybe you're a weirdo like me. Maybe not.
Yesterday I finally spotted the end of a rainbow on the road just ahead. I checked several times, expecting a pot of gold. What? No pot, no gold, nada. I was bummed. Sorry to blow it for you.
Once again - in the car. I battled to get a fly out for several miles. 15 miles from home - it finally escaped. At which point, I was overcome with guilt. I had broken up a fly family and they will never be reunited. W-E-I-R-D-O
Hooray for 24 hour service (NOT!). We forward the Buck's phones to Scott's cell phone when we leave for the night. I'm not certain why some folks choose 3 am to chat about their toilet service, but it is not conducive to a full night's rest. Do they really expect to pay their bill in the wee hours of the morning or is a broken toilet seat an emergency that needs to be discussed at 2am?? For pete's sake people, have you not heard of 8 in the morning??!!