Laura, is dh going to talk to the coach, about approaching the officials regarding your son being targeted because he's the big kid?
Dad, son, and coach have all rejected this. They say it is only a few rotten kids and everyone already knows who they are. Then they get into this macho talk about how my son needs to elbow and knee in kind so they will stop messing with him. This kind of talk is crazy making to me. I'm just grateful that we are all on the same page for limiting playing time while he is in pain.
Pre-migraine. Why does it always take me so long to recognise the feeling?
Oh yuck, do what you must to stop it dead in its tracks.
Kat, what menonite mob?
I didn't see it, Cindy. But apparently Mennonites were having a hard time making ends meet so they "turned from Bibles to Bullets" and began running drugs. Violence ensued and the are no under investigation by the FBI.
All gleaned from the commercial.
Morning folks.
I'd like to acknowledge that Robin is a goddess.
Every time I hear about how Bush looked into Putin's soul, I cringe. I've heard that statement repeated, and Bush's actual statement replayed, several times already this morning.
It's so laughable to me - as if Marshall Flinkman could look into Jack Bristow's eyes and see his soul.
how Bush looked into Putin's soul
Really? I skipped this morning's news. Why does this evoke for me an image of Bush pulling open a hopper in the back of Putin's head and peering in over the edge?
And, of all people, why would anyone expect Bush to be big with the interpersonal insight?
Why is Putin's soul in the news again anyway?
Why is Putin's soul in the news again anyway?
Apparently a vampire had it for the last 25 years. But then he got dusted, and it returned to Putin.
Putin's soul is in the news to distract from tapes of Bush talking about smoking the Weed. Pay no attention to the fnords.
Bush looked into Putin's soul
Can I just say how fucking upsetting it is for me to hear that our President is using his judgment on the fitness of other people's souls as a valid basis for international policy? I mean, yeargh. Gnah. No words. Aaargh.
(If I were Stitch, I'd have rolled myself into a little ball right now and knocked over half of our office.)