I was hungry, but then I ate.
My problem is I keep getting that backwards.
I just came in from outside, where Epic Fail Latino Lawn Service is hard at work, chasing after the HUGH mowers. Skinny little men (not Latino, this time) were trying so hard to keep up with the darn things. Even the mail carrier said, “Dude! Eat a burger!”
Zeke caught up with me at the ramada and asked if I would revise the budget for the non-existent resident council. I don’t know why, because we haven’t seen any of that money since the council was suspended in April, about two weeks after the swearing in of the new officers, who subsequently submitted letters of resignation.
And we have been doing fine without the Suits at SNRHA.
My turkey pot pie is ready. Maybe I will get some more of them on payday.