Nya nya nya
Many years ago, a brother, let's call him Brother Nicotinus, from Pennsylvania was appointed Pastor of the church in a small town in Kansas. For the guys from "back East", being sent to Kansas was akin to a death sentence. Often, a brother assigned to minister there was asked, "What did you do wrong?"
Brother Nicotinus was not happy about the assignment, but in those days you never questioned authority so off he went. To his chagrin, he found himself liking it after a while, although he would never have admitted it to his superiors. Every morning, however, he would go to the back porch of the cloister to smoke his first cigarette of the day while watching the sunrise. There he was heard to murmur to himself, "Another goddamn beautiful, sunshiny day in Kansas. Ahhhh shit."
I don't live in Kansas, but I could share his sentiments about the weather here. The tourism board boasts that we have 300 days of sun a year, and they would not be far off. Today was one of those gd beautiful sunshiny days here, and a bank holiday, as well. So take that you two-months-of-holidays-plus-100-bank-holidays-per-year Europeans. I went for a two-hour bike ride this morning. The sun was shining, the temperature was about 21° C, and there was little wind. In short, perfect cycling weather. And the girls were wearing their summer togs. I nearly swooned with delight.
So, how was work today?
Brother Nicotinus was not happy about the assignment, but in those days you never questioned authority so off he went. To his chagrin, he found himself liking it after a while, although he would never have admitted it to his superiors. Every morning, however, he would go to the back porch of the cloister to smoke his first cigarette of the day while watching the sunrise. There he was heard to murmur to himself, "Another goddamn beautiful, sunshiny day in Kansas. Ahhhh shit."
I don't live in Kansas, but I could share his sentiments about the weather here. The tourism board boasts that we have 300 days of sun a year, and they would not be far off. Today was one of those gd beautiful sunshiny days here, and a bank holiday, as well. So take that you two-months-of-holidays-plus-100-bank-holidays-per-year Europeans. I went for a two-hour bike ride this morning. The sun was shining, the temperature was about 21° C, and there was little wind. In short, perfect cycling weather. And the girls were wearing their summer togs. I nearly swooned with delight.
So, how was work today?
posted by BroLo | 5/29/2006 10:51:00 PM
4 Comments:
Er .. it's a bank holiday here as well.
it wasn't a bank hol in Switzerland - we had to make do with having Thursday and Friday instead. And summer togs are a no-go at the mo with rain etc.
Swooning at skimpily-clad girls? That's 10 Hail Mary's and a Glory Be.
Minimum.
Drats. Foiled again, Moobs. At least Heather had the decency to allow me to gloat.
But I was only looking at their souls, Pog. Honestly. No, really!
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