Very cool, Heather.
just put a few staples into the other strap, and act like it's a fashion statement.
This reminds me of the time a family friend asked if my broken glasses (one arm missing) were a fashion statement. Um, no. My mom had stepped on them that morning. Har.
Maybe I really do have to move...666 being in my address and all.
Just don't get the fingernail memory while you're there, and I think we're fine. Or, you know, you could just be less superstitious than me.
Oh! I forgot about the post holer I got to play with too! I'd pictured one like the one I grew up with, two shovel like things kind of scissored together. Nope, this one's like a mini-drill-to-the-middle-of-the-earth jobbie. So cool.
ETA: I need a shower. I'll be back in a bit.
Wow, there were advances in post holers while I wasn't looking. The inexorable march of progress. Neat.
unless he was mormon, 'cause mormons are hot.
I corrupted a Mormon boy once. He was HOT.
I've only met one Mormon. He was delicious.
QED.
I think my shoes hate me now! But they started it ... the staples were perfectly reasonable considering.
How can you meet just one mormon?
... oh. I guess they aren't all missionaries, all the time.
This reminds me -- earlier today, I saw two men in white shirts and white pants talking to some kid on the street, and I was trying to figure out what the guys' deal was. Mormons wouldn't wear white pants, and wouldn't Navy guys have hats on? I was too far away to see any details.
It's as if Joseph Smith's (or is it Brigham Young's) secret mission from On High was to breed a population of extremely pretty people and raise them as sexually repressed as possible. What's up with that?
I went to high school with a whole family of Mormons, and they were not all that attractive.
FYI.
It's as if Joseph Smith's (or is it Brigham Young's) secret mission from On High was to breed a population of extremely pretty people and raise them as sexually repressed as possible. What's up with that?
Mine wasn't too sexually repressed.