Furry and I are planning a combo shin-dig for our birthdays in October. It's my *gasp* very first 40th birthday and his very last 40th birthday.
I was calling some neighbors to invite them this morning. I called up ol' Jack.
"Oh. I don't think we'll be able to come. Sugar beet season is starting and we harvest around the clock...."
O.k. - well, we'd love to see you but if you can't make it, that's fine too.
I hung up and Furry asked what ol' Jack said... I told him and we both started cracking up. NEVER would we get a decline like that back in our city Denver days!
Sorry - can't come. Sugar beets. I love it.