Can't fritter away my paycheck (worse luck) - my bloody kids insist I keep buying food and things like that.
"I'm hungry, dad" they whine.
"Cripes, I fed you yesterday!! What more do want from me? Shut up and keep scrubbing the driveway!"
Regrettably, they don't share my passion for (in their words) transferring tiny spots of paint onto tiny bits of plastic. They just have no idea.
Are they strange, or is it us?
Something to think on...................
Cheers,
LeeTree