Driftwood
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Round about funny story...
On Sundays I work with a couple of college age girls. We were talking about finances. As I ate my homemade egg salad sandwich on store brand bread out of baggies I reuse, I mentioned that I'm cheap. They said my truck isn't cheap. I said because I eat homemade lunches is why I drive a nice truck and live on an island. At the same time they were ordering from Starbucks.
I tell you that to tell you this.
I told that story to my mom, and she mentioned helping fix my grandfather's lunch every day: two SPAM sandwiches, a pimento cheese sandwich, an apple, a cookie, and a thermos of tea. Same thing. Every day. His whole life.
My grandpa was 6'2 and a beanpole. He was a carpenter.
He got up before daylight, milked cows, went to a job site all day, came home, worked the tobacco and garden, milked again, and finally came in for supper and the night.
It's had telling how many calories he burned each day.
Oh, and he died at 62, never having the chance to retire.
On Sundays I work with a couple of college age girls. We were talking about finances. As I ate my homemade egg salad sandwich on store brand bread out of baggies I reuse, I mentioned that I'm cheap. They said my truck isn't cheap. I said because I eat homemade lunches is why I drive a nice truck and live on an island. At the same time they were ordering from Starbucks.
I tell you that to tell you this.
I told that story to my mom, and she mentioned helping fix my grandfather's lunch every day: two SPAM sandwiches, a pimento cheese sandwich, an apple, a cookie, and a thermos of tea. Same thing. Every day. His whole life.
My grandpa was 6'2 and a beanpole. He was a carpenter.
He got up before daylight, milked cows, went to a job site all day, came home, worked the tobacco and garden, milked again, and finally came in for supper and the night.
It's had telling how many calories he burned each day.
Oh, and he died at 62, never having the chance to retire.
