Between the chain letters, the bumper stickers, and whatnot, I always wonder why so many Americans appear willing to love a Lord of such questionable tastes.
My Lord is less crass than your Lord?
But still I'm mad at myself for messing up with the chocolate. I should have thought of it when I was out eariler duirng the recycling and grocery run. Seems like I can't get through a day without making a mistake.
Seriously? You forgot
chocolate,
you didn't leave the kids at the park. I know you are trying massively hard to do everything right but damn Gud, you do so much right and give yourself no credit. You are a good man, father and try your damndest under crappy circumstances to be a good husband. Honest.
- My* husband is gonna read my mind. And proofread it, too.
Notice the part where I'm thirty-two and single?
Every even should involve rifles, not just the Biathalon.
And? Super-soakers. Imagine how fast you'd ski if someone behind you was getting ready to add icewater to the mix.
Gud, it's just chocolate. (And this is a PMSing woman speaking, here.) You seem to do everything for your family and manage it all very well. So you didn't get chocolate. Let her get her own chocolate.
Also there should be more dogs. The agility trials I saw this morning were much more entertaining than most of the Olympic stuff.
Is the skating on the Olympics tonight? I want to see that.
Oh! And cat tripping. Let them ski with a cat winding around their ankles. That'll find out who's agile.
Well, it
was
chocola....
Nah, even I can't buy it.
Walking while being entwined about the ankles by a large cat should be an Olympic event itself.
Is the skating on the Olympics tonight? I want to see that.
Pairs short program is tonight.
