I hope you’re both ready for the cost, and have a nice deep-freeze. They don’t live on Big Macs.
“I hope you’re both ready for the cost, and have a nice deep-freeze.”
It’s either that or lose your squeamishness over picking up roadkill, hopefully relatively fresh. There’s also having another bird farm for pigeons or collecting them from city parks.
It is like her "offer" to make me "special herbal tea" from our garden when I am in a foul mood and am rude to her, kind of the way old married couples do that.
She doesn't really intend to make some of that special tea for me.
I think.