Dear Readers,
The title is really a stretch to connect to my thoughts today, so don't pay it too much thought. The song it originates from talks about a guy in high school who was working really hard. He didn't want to go to college or take girls out on dates, no...he was working for a car of his own. Now, I'm working for use of a car before I leave, but it can relate.
The kitchen floor has only been cleaner than today on one occasion...when it was first put in by my Father and Brother-in-law. They worked hard to put in all the tile and grout it before sealing it all up. I proclaim that the sealent used on that day now starts to come up with a combination of scrubbing really hard and kneeling on it with a towel. The point remains, it can now have feet walk on it without fear of gaining undesired attachments...
I started packing missionary things today! It seemed logical to start packing up every useless thing in my room and send it off to Deseret Industries. Everything else can either come with me to Chile or go into select storage bins. All my high school stuff falls into the useless category, including homework kept as proof of my "productive" high school career. Report Cards and such went into a keepsake folder. Clothes are starting to be sorted into useless to me or undesirable attire.
Yeah, that car will be mine to use on Friday, whether it kills me or not. This house will be clean.
The title is really a stretch to connect to my thoughts today, so don't pay it too much thought. The song it originates from talks about a guy in high school who was working really hard. He didn't want to go to college or take girls out on dates, no...he was working for a car of his own. Now, I'm working for use of a car before I leave, but it can relate.
The kitchen floor has only been cleaner than today on one occasion...when it was first put in by my Father and Brother-in-law. They worked hard to put in all the tile and grout it before sealing it all up. I proclaim that the sealent used on that day now starts to come up with a combination of scrubbing really hard and kneeling on it with a towel. The point remains, it can now have feet walk on it without fear of gaining undesired attachments...
I started packing missionary things today! It seemed logical to start packing up every useless thing in my room and send it off to Deseret Industries. Everything else can either come with me to Chile or go into select storage bins. All my high school stuff falls into the useless category, including homework kept as proof of my "productive" high school career. Report Cards and such went into a keepsake folder. Clothes are starting to be sorted into useless to me or undesirable attire.
Yeah, that car will be mine to use on Friday, whether it kills me or not. This house will be clean.
Dale, you're pretty cool. For a man. ;)
ReplyDeleteI like you. :)