I can’t even think of when the last time was that I had a carbonated, non-alcoholic beverage. I would have to take them up to the clubhouse.
And speaking of the clubhouse, I took the messages off my phone yesterday afternoon, and there was one from the manager from Friday morning. I don’t answer my phone unless I recognize the number, and I can’t imagine why he would call me. I’m about half tempted to have Eddie the Attorney come and standby with me. I’ll go to the office tomorrow, right at 0800 so I can find out what Casey wants. Him and his pet beard. *shudder*
I don’t recall the time the call came in, but I was probably sitting out with Charlie.
Hope it’s nothing bad from the manager. Maybe let Eddie the Attorney know you may call him.