I love home. I'll stay up there for days on end, I won't even go down the driveway to look for the mail.
I love home. I'll stay up there for days on end, I won't even go down the driveway to look for the mail.
Accidents happen at night. They come around the curve and flip it, and they wind up in my driveway or across the street.
Look, I know he's been married three times before. I accept it, but I don't want it driving up the driveway.
A good analogy would be that I don't know any customer who wants their vehicle built in their driveway and rained on for nine months before they get a chance to sit in it. Moisture is the largest enemy of construction. Once moisture gets into the material, it starts to shrink and mold even before it goes to production.
When I read the pilot 'for Married with Children', it just reminded me of my Uncle Joe... just a self-deprecating kind of guy. He'd come home from work, and the wife would maybe say 'I ran over the dog this morning in the driveway'. And he would say 'Fine, what's for dinner?
My neighbor has a circular driveway... he can't get out.
A. J. was always around my friends and me. We were always playing tennis, pick-up baseball games, home run derby, anything. We played all kinds of sports. We had a great basketball hoop up in our driveway, too. There was a ton of room. It was perfect.
Be able to back up a car for a considerable distance in a straight line and back out of a driveway.
Sometimes I played because I wanted to get out of a bad mood, sometimes because I was worried about an upcoming test. Sometimes basketball was just a great way to forget myself. When I stepped out into the driveway, I was no longer Rebecca Lobo. I was Larry Bird or I was Dr. J.
If he's got golf clubs in his truck or a camper in his driveway, I don't hire him.
Your basic guy is into a straight-ahead, bottom-line kind of thought process that does not work nearly as well with the infinitely subtle complexities of human relationships as it does with calculating how much gravel is needed to cover a given driveway.
I'm not a public figure at all. I don't really go out a lot to places where there are people like those who sit at the bottom of your driveway.
I lived in an attached house. My father used to drive into the wrong driveway all the time. He'd say, Damn it, how do you tell one of these houses from another?
I rode it once, which was up the driveway in the opening credits of the show. I didn't know how to stop it. I actually nearly killed the director of photography, and I smashed into the sound truck.
He's a likeable guy. I never had a problem with him until this happened. But about a year go, he got these animals and they were crapping all over my driveway and my yard and we were tracking it in the house. I asked him to please keep them on his land, but they kept coming over.
My house is on the median strip of a highway. You don't really notice, except I have to leave the driveway doing 60 MPH.
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