![]() 12/15/2018 at 12:42 • Filed to: Life | ![]() | ![]() |
Three days of quiet where I can do what I want, a beach and all the whiskey and coke that I can handle. Two days to tinker with and drive the 90 Mini. A maid to clean the house.
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Th ats kinda fucked up
Tequila is more of a beach thing
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And an Aardvark full of bombs for delivery to Ba’athists
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Good luck with that.
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This is close to the present I give my wife every year. Right after Christmas Day, the daughter and I head north for a week with family and leave Mrs. Chariot with a quiet, empty house to herself.
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Pictured, f86sabre on Christmas:
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I dearly love my family, but those quiet days are amazing. You are a good husband.
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I’m good with that, but I’m not that scowly. I am also taller.
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When mama’s happy, everyone is happy.