okay she didnt deserve getting assaulted, but she did deserve the spaghetti being dumped on her head. i dont condone violence, but i do condone flying food
what a shitty drive today to work. no accidents on the road. just super slow drivers. oh well, comes with the territory. btw, heard some idiot is filing suit against his old firm for mental distress cause the gig required him to drive to work in NJ once a week.
It is a commuter town rf, in that lots of people commute to the city. A bunch of the people we have met work from home though. Our neighbors to our right are a sculptor and a writer (both work from home). To our left is a landscape architect (works from home) and a lawyer who spends two days a week in the city but otherwise works from home.
1. Jackal gets all the brownstone Brooklyn partisans riled up with his newfound suburban happiness;
or
2. Jackal goes postal up there because it’s just too damn nice?
Lech – wow, sounds idyllic! how did the actual move go?
okay she didnt deserve getting assaulted, but she did deserve the spaghetti being dumped on her head. i dont condone violence, but i do condone flying food
*rob*
what a shitty drive today to work. no accidents on the road. just super slow drivers. oh well, comes with the territory. btw, heard some idiot is filing suit against his old firm for mental distress cause the gig required him to drive to work in NJ once a week.
It is a commuter town rf, in that lots of people commute to the city. A bunch of the people we have met work from home though. Our neighbors to our right are a sculptor and a writer (both work from home). To our left is a landscape architect (works from home) and a lawyer who spends two days a week in the city but otherwise works from home.
yeah seriously, im sorry but that woman had it coming…
*rob*
is no lawn care culture (riding mowers and whatnot).
You know you’ve made it in the world if you have your own Kubota tractor..about $25,000 I think.
rob, thanks for that, it made my morning.
Glad you are enjoying life up the river, jackal.
OK, which will happen first:
1. Jackal gets all the brownstone Brooklyn partisans riled up with his newfound suburban happiness;
or
2. Jackal goes postal up there because it’s just too damn nice?
It’s village living, but it’s a commuter town, isn’t it?