Wednesday was Farmer H's birthday. As I'm typing this, it's not yet his birthday. We will be gone to meet The Pony halfway from college, to bring him home. We take no chances after his crash coming home that first Thanksgiving, when he fell asleep at the wheel. I'll get in and ride with him, for conversation to keep him alert.
Better yet, we're breaking up that 9.5 hour drive into two days. Farmer H and I both have free nights at a casino, so we'll be staying over. That means The Pony can have his own room, too. He actually gets a free room comp there, but it was easier for me to call and use mine and Farmer H's player's card numbers.
Anyhoo...Farmer H has said he doesn't really need any gifts for Christmas or his birthday. You know how that goes. He'd be disappointed if he didn't get anything. For his birthday, he'll get a card with money! He's not expecting it. And he can use it for gambling if he wants, or stash it away. Maybe he won't be so cranky, since he won't be spending his hard-earned, dollar-profit-at-a-time Storage Unit Store money in the casino. He's really a miser with HIS money.
Since that's the night we'll be staying at the casino, I imagine we'll have a steak dinner. Farmer H loves his steak! So does The Pony. So there's that little treat for him.
Probably the best treat of all will be driving the last half of the way home without ME riding shotgun in A-Cad for his jabby sweaving.
Whatever...it's better than a $3 change purse and two boxes of Sno-Caps...
4 comments:
Hey, riding with The Pony is the gift that keeps on giving. It's a little gift to yourself, too. You get to get away from his whirling-dirvish driving.
Sioux,
I was a NERVOUS WRECK! Farmer H's methods of staying in the fast lane beside big trucks is done out of stubbornness. He won't break the cruise control, and he knows I hate it. The Pony's method of speeding up and getting too close to the car in front of him is done "to give that big truck behind me more room so he won't have to jam on his brakes." Sweet Gummi Mary! You can't drive to please the person behind you! If you keep looking forward, you won't even KNOW what's behind you!
Happy Birthday Farmer H.
I like steak too, but the cost of meat here in Aus is beyond my budget a lot of the time. I could buy cheap steak but to me it's just plain awful.
River,
I can't believe how prices have gone up! Farmer H went with me to The Devil's Playground, and it cost 3 times what it used to when HOS and The Veteran were kids.
Farmer H did indeed have a steak on his birthday night. Pictures will eventually be on my other blog. So you can eat vicariously through Farmer H.
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