Feeling a bit like a racehorse coming around the fourth turn into the main stretch I did feel a little horsey this morning rounding the last corner knowing I was on the main stretch to completing the clean-up on our little Motorhome. I could see the finish line so after a short Jeep ride with Pheebs around Bayfield, I was home again and right back at putting a few more coats of wax on the rig's driver's side. I worked away at that for a couple of hours before being driven into the house by the days growing heat and humidity. Trimmed a few tree branches and cut some grass somewhere in that time frame too. I figure another hour will finally complete the rig's exterior. From there it's on to the next project. Haven't thought of one yet but I'm looking forward to it when I do. As long as it is enjoyable that is.
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A man owned a small farm in South Georgia. The Wage and Hour Department claimed he was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent to interview him. "You just give me a list of your employees and tell me how much you pay them." "All right," said the farmer. "I have a hired man. Been with me for three years. I pay him $700 a week, plus room and board. I have a cook. She's been here six months. She gets $600 a week plus room and board." "Anybody else?" asked the agent as he scribbled on a note pad. "Yeah," the farmer said. "This guy is none too bright. Works about eighteen hours a day. I pay him ten dollars a week and give him chewing tobacco." "Aha!" the agent roared. "I want to talk to that man!" "Speaking," said the farmer.
Just as a surgeon was finishing up an operation and was about to close, the patient awakes, sits up, and demands to know what is going on. "I'm about to close," the surgeon says. The patient grabs the surgeon's hand and says, "I'm not going to let you do that! I'll close my own incision!" The doctor hands him the needle and thread and says, "Suture self."