The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 02: A Comma (is a Restful Pause)

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Time on task, Chloe. You'll soon have it just like the old one. You can tow away the car, but you can't tow away the girl.

Marriage, family, toddlers throwing up, soccer...

"Mom, can I borrow the car?"

"No, Hermione, your father and I still need it. You say you wanted more brothers, right?"

Hermione's Dad will be, like "you can start dating when you're twenty five".... and Hermione's Mom will be, like, "here's the keys, be back for breakfast and take your heels off first coz I don't want any any holes in the roof...."

....BUT, it's leased. Turn it in in 5 years. THEN I get my truck!!!!!
 
Hermione's Dad will be, like "you can start dating when you're twenty five".... and Hermione's Mom will be, like, "here's the keys, be back for breakfast and take your heels off first coz I don't want any any holes in the roof...."

Hmm. My girls just climbed through the window. They were more athletic than my wife, who sprained her back climbing through the window when she was sixteen then had to explain to her mother.
 
Hmm. My girls just climbed through the window. They were more athletic than my wife, who sprained her back climbing through the window when she was sixteen then had to explain to her mother.

Lol. I never faced that problem. Mom and Dad weren't that strict with me. Relied on our common sense I think. That and that my older brothers would kill anyone that caused me any grief. Small town. And my boyfriend thru most of high school was my best friends older brother. All I needed to do was sleep over. No climbing thru windows required.
 
Lol. I never faced that problem. Mom and Dad weren't that strict with me. Relied on our common sense I think. That and that my older brothers would kill anyone that caused me any grief. Small town. And my boyfriend thru most of high school was my best friends older brother. All I needed to do was sleep over. No climbing thru windows required.

My wife set a strict rule that the girls couldn't date until they were sixteen, then they were free to do as they may. When my second daughter turned sixteen, a boy who was a senior when she was a freshman drove here from Georgia (~2/3 of the way across the continent) and showed up at our door on her birthday with a dozen roses so he could take her out on her first official date.

He made the drive non-stop and was so tired that the date lasted about two hours, then he brought her home and crashed at a friend's house.
 
My wife set a strict rule that the girls couldn't date until they were sixteen, then they were free to do as they may. When my second daughter turned sixteen, a boy who was a senior when she was a freshman drove here from Georgia (~2/3 of the way across the continent) and showed up at our door on her birthday with a dozen roses so he could take her out on her first official date.

He made the drive non-stop and was so tired that the date lasted about two hours, then he brought her home and crashed at a friend's house.

Now that is really sweet.
 
So why am I up so early again? I slept through most of the fucking storm last night. I woke up one time to go to the bathroom and it sounded like the cow and the flat rock outside.

Fresh coffee is ready.

I'm out of donuts so I'm having waffles.

Condolences Chloe. I hop you enjoy the new one as much as you did the old one.

Back in the day, a car wasn't considered broke in until it had footprints on the headliner. :D
 
"Mom, can I borrow the car?"
"No, Hermione, your father and I still need it. You say you wanted more brothers, right?"

Hermione's Dad will be, like "you can start dating when you're twenty five".... and Hermione's Mom will be, like,
"here's the keys, be back for breakfast and take your heels off first coz I don't want any any holes in the roof...."
!!

< Hysterical Laughter.>


So why am I up so early again? I slept through most of the fucking storm last night. I woke up one time to go to the bathroom and it sounded like the cow and the flat rock outside.

Back in the day, a car wasn't considered broke in until it had footprints on the headliner. :D

A certain amount of Gymnastic ability was needed in the Mini, but other saloons sort-of managed it.
 
Lol. I never faced that problem. Mom and Dad weren't that strict with me. Relied on our common sense I think. That and that my older brothers would kill anyone that caused me any grief. Small town. And my boyfriend thru most of high school was my best friends older brother. All I needed to do was sleep over. No climbing thru windows required.

When our one son (30) and five daughters(20-27) got to that certain age my wife decided on the ground rules. Firstly all the offspring would be treated like adults, Secondly they and their partners would enter and exit by the front door. Thirdly they could sleep where and with whom they chose (There was also a spare room) - But whatever intercourse they engaged in, it had to include social intercourse, and visitors had to be introduced, and invited for breakfast the next morning.

My son claims that introducing his first overnight girlfriend to the scrutiny of his five sisters and mother at breakfast the following morning was one of his scariest experiences ever.

On one occasion however, our son came home late from a Rugby trip with a fellow player who because he lived on the Central coast couldn't get home that night (no train) - so Son put him in the spare room. Not knowing that, when Daughter number 2 appeared an hour or so later, also with a friend, a female she had the same plan. Obviously they were surprised to find the young man already in residence. But they got chatting and were getting on pretty well until the friend noticed that D2 was pretty tired. "You get off to bed," she suggested rather considerately, "We'll sort something out."

They clearly did, though they seemed rather sheepish but content when they appeared for a late breakfast. There was a moment of silence before someone giggled and in seconds everyone was convulsed laughing.

Having 6 kids particularly five daughters is hair raising frequently, occasionally slightly terrifying, but it has many rewards.
 
Ishtat, there is a line of plot bunnies in there so long it boggles the mind. :D
 
Back briefly; sorry to have been away - busy.

A certain amount of Gymnastic ability was needed in the Mini, but other saloons sort-of managed it.

There's a lovely book by Stephen Pile called The Incomplete Book of Failures. One entry is as follows:

In 1976 Dr Brian Richards of Deal in Kent discovered one of the great love stories of all time while in Regent's Park, London.

He came across a semi-clad gentleman who had slipped a disc while enjoying himself in the back of a sports car with his girl-friend.

Since the man was transfixed with agony, his girl-friend was unable to get out for help. In desperation she jammed her foot against the hooter button.

This attracted Dr Richards, an ambulanceman, a fireman and a large crowd of passers-by who formed a circle around the car. 'You'll never get them out of there,' said the fireman, who then set about cutting the back off the car.

Trained for desperate situations, two women voluntary workers arrived and began serving hot sweet tea through the window. 'It was like the blitz,' one of them commented.

Eventually, the lover was carried off in agony. Ambulancemen told the girl-friend that his recovery prospects were good. 'Sod him,' she replied. 'What's worrying me is how I shall explain to my husband what's happened to his car.'​

You can't make this stuff up...
 
:D NO you can't make stuff like that up. Truth is always stranger than fiction. They say stories here on Lit are fantasies. If you wrote the above up as a LW's story you'd get hung from the yard arm. :D
 
:D NO you can't make stuff like that up. Truth is always stranger than fiction. They say stories here on Lit are fantasies. If you wrote the above up as a LW's story you'd get hung from the yard arm. :D

Isn't that so true. I swear true stories are the absolute weirdest. And the things people do in real life....and I can speak for myself there as well ....:eek:

And here, spring has been postponed, minus 11C right now but warming to zero by this afternoon.

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There's a lovely book by Stephen Pile called The Incomplete Book of Failures. One entry is as follows:

In 1976 Dr Brian Richards of Deal in Kent discovered one of the great love stories of all time while in Regent's Park, London.

He came across a semi-clad gentleman who had slipped a disc while enjoying himself in the back of a sports car with his girl-friend.

Since the man was transfixed with agony, his girl-friend was unable to get out for help. In desperation she jammed her foot against the hooter button.

This attracted Dr Richards, an ambulanceman, a fireman and a large crowd of passers-by who formed a circle around the car. 'You'll never get them out of there,' said the fireman, who then set about cutting the back off the car.

Trained for desperate situations, two women voluntary workers arrived and began serving hot sweet tea through the window. 'It was like the blitz,' one of them commented.

Eventually, the lover was carried off in agony. Ambulance-men told the girl-friend that his recovery prospects were good. 'Sod him,' she replied. 'What's worrying me is how I shall explain to my husband what's happened to his car.'​

You can't make this stuff up...


I remember this incident. As I recall, it took several beefy firemen to cut the car up and extract the unfortunate victim. It was described in "the Sun" newspaper.

We were never told what she told 'er 'usband. . .
 
Yesterday afternoon it was 84 in Fort Worth when the NASCAR Cup cars qualified. At 11 AM the Infinity cars started qualifying. It was 36.

It was 66 here at daylight. It is now 56 and headed for the low 40's tonight.

Okay, I don't know whose in charge of them storm doors up there along the northern border but do your job and keep them suckers shut.
 
I just took a trip to the grocery store and the wine shop then a trip back past the University and through downtown (which is an entertainment district when it isn't a movie set). It was a calm, warm afternoon and that seemed to make many young women believe that their bras were outerwear.

I'm not complaining, mind you.
 
Ishtat, there is a line of plot bunnies in there so long it boggles the mind. :D

I guess so. All of them have got into scrapes from time to time - even the good ones. And my wife is a bit of a genius, insisting on the 'social' interaction. It meant that anyone brought home had to pass examination by their siblings; which essentially meant that as a couple of the kids have admitted, one or two doubtfuls never got an invite in the first place.;)
 
Several requirements for dating weren't met, so it didn't happen. Don't ask.

It's that time of early morning again, too soon for caffeine, too late for thorazine. The atmospheric river has subsided; flood warnings are gone; clouds are scattered; but snow may return soon, to break more nearby trees. Bears are still elsewhere, I think.

It'll be desperate in the morning. I'd better pre-load the espresso maker. Have a sip.
 
I just took a trip to the grocery store and the wine shop then a trip back past the University and through downtown (which is an entertainment district when it isn't a movie set). It was a calm, warm afternoon and that seemed to make many young women believe that their bras were outerwear.

I'm not complaining, mind you.

With the possible exception of real summer (??) where a bikini is the norm for some girls, we don't get that sort of outerwear displayed.
#Complaints to the local newspaper will follow, but nothing seems to be done so far. . . .

But there is always hope. . .
Coffee, I think.
 
With the possible exception of real summer (??) where a bikini is the norm for some girls, we don't get that sort of outerwear displayed.
#Complaints to the local newspaper will follow, but nothing seems to be done so far. . . .

But there is always hope. . .
Coffee, I think.

There are real advantages to living AT the beach...
 
Happy Sinday Morning.

Good luck with the receipt MP.

I had to give a bride away yesterday. This is the second time I've gave this particular one away. :D

Fresh coffee and kettle are now available.
 
Hi, all.

4 inches of fluffy white yesterday. Damn but I'm getting sick of winter.

Large black, please and thanks, good sir.

MP - hope munchkin gets better soon.
 
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