My dad was too busy telling me tales of the real life exploits he and all his fellow demonspawn siblings got up to to make up tall tales when I was a kid. Mom generally prefered telling the truth (and as the informed parent, was the one I went to to ask bazillions of questions), but managed to keep me believing in Santa far longer than she should have by judiciously pointing out planes with red landing lights on Christmas Eve.
Natter 34: Freak With No Name
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Timelies!
I woke up this morning and the only NC basketball team left in the tournament is the one wearing that faded, washed out color of blue.
[I should add that while I don't care one whit about basketball, I'm all in favor of good-natured, friendly taunting.]
My gloating killed Natter!
It's not dead, it's just sleeping.
Yeah, yeah, that's it, just sleeping.
Oooh, look, pyramids.
How are you feeling, Perkins?
Not bad. A little congested still, but I just took more claritin, so I should be good to go.
Well I hope you have a better today than you did yesterday. Feel well and have fun!
Thanks!
Happy Birthday Allyson!!!
heading out to kick-boxing class now. wish me luck...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALLYSON!