Frank, I'm so sorry about the car.
So I found out a few hours ago that my DxH hasn't yet told his mother or brother about the impending divorce.
How
did I find out? Because they sent me presents.
headdesk
Okay, this needs to stop now. BAD 2005. No cookie.
You're getting a divorce? I'm so sorry.
Gud, yep. It's been in the works since last spring, though I didn't announce it to the board until the fall.
On the upside, out of that sadness came one wonderful thing--I ended up falling in love with some craxy Buffista in a kilt.
Oh Kristin, how chicken-shit of him.
2005, you are on notice - one more week...make it GOOD.
Frank, it is exceedingly crappy that your car got stolen. You have my sympathies. Also, I would like to include the thief in my list of people I would like to duck tape together.
{{{Kristin}}}
On the upside, out of that sadness came one wonderful thing--I ended up falling in love with some craxy Buffista in a kilt.
Cool! I'm glad that a silver lining has appeared.
Kind of down and dirty, but some of Emmett's recent artwork. Jilli will like some of these.
Mr. Afro
I
t heart
Mr. Afro. Bunches and bunches.
Unrelated to Emmett's art, I grew up in a household in which Brazil nuts were, in fact, referred to as "nigger toes." If I'm remembering correctly, I didn't know what their correct name was until I was 7 or 8. I didn't like to eat them, so I never really used the term in conversation, but....yeah. I cringe to remember that.
The first time somebody I knew told me they would fix something by "nigger-rigging" it I thought I would die.
I was eighteen and everything...
The first time somebody I knew told me they would fix something by "nigger-rigging" it I thought I would die.
Oh, gods. I forgot about that term.
Yeah, that was a phrase used in my childhood, too. Ugh.