As your Grandpa Yoda told me and I’m telling you, my son, “Do. Or do not. There is no try.”
“What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.”
Man, I have got to see my chiropractor, my neck is killing me.
Cowboys have to ride off into the sunset, but I get to fly!
And then he said, do you want to go dutch? He’s a real one and done.
Seriously, tower, whose bright idea was it to build this monstrosity at the end of the runway??
Morning, noon and night it’s feed me, feed me. Thank heavens there are two of us on this job.
I know you don’t agree, but those sweet chicks definitely look like my side of the family.
Mommy, I’m hungry. Are you sure Grubhub delivers on Sunday?
And another week has flown by. Hope the next one is great for all of you. And happy birthday Arlene.