The pool was where we spent every morning, starting at 10 AM and
ending around dinner time.
Not exact matches
We all are so ridiculously overextended these days with never -
ending to do lists and full -
time commitments to way too many things that when
dinner rolls
around it is basically just one more task to check off before we move on to the next thing.
any
time of the day is good, but morning seems to be the best for me during breakfast or at the
end of the day,
around dinner time.
But a week goes by and right
around the
time you conclude he must have met an untimely
end in a freak helicopter crash, he calls and asks you to
dinner.
And by the
time I could swing
around, I realized that I had been fooled: Someone had been hiding within the car and ran me over to
end my bid for a «chicken
dinner» — PUBG's terminology for a first - place finish.