They always seem like the kind of thing I'd like, but just, not. Thanks, though!!
And oh yeah! About the address.
OK, to bed for me.
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.
They always seem like the kind of thing I'd like, but just, not. Thanks, though!!
And oh yeah! About the address.
OK, to bed for me.
OK, here's a question. I am tired and cranky and don't want to do my school work. Ever. Can I go to the movies tomorrow?
I'm tired and cranky and don't want to grade, and tomorrow I'm taking advantage of free parkhopper tix for Disneyland and taking the kids there. Part of me would rather nap and/or grade, but the rest of me really wants to go. So, um, based on my completely unrelated experience, I say go to the movies.
Hmm... maybe the bathroom was a little porch they closed in with the advent of indoor toidys?
That's exactly what they did to my mom's family farmhouse, when they finally added an indoor toilet after WWII (Mom remembers using the outhouse as a preschooler). They put in an addition that became the laundry/mudroom, and turned the old mudroom into the bathroom, leaving the window on the side wall between the toilet and the tub. Gramma never did put anything more substantial than a not-very-thick curtain over the window, which was embarrassing on the occasional sleepover nights.
I guess going up to him and saying, "Sure you can. They're defenseless—easy as pie!" wouldn't be a good idea.
Matt, you sick pie-killing bastard. (And yeah, stay away from the crazy yelling people.)
I ated too much candy.
Oh god, I did, too. Damned 50% off Easter candy.
Why must you betray me, chocolate? I thought we meant more to each other than that!
Tummy hurts. Barfing sounds like a good plan.
I ated too much candy.
Damned 50% off Easter candy.
What Jesse and Steph said, by the way.
I sit in the too much candy corner, too. I feel a bit nauseated.
Tonight's HIMYM is the hysterical one with Doogie Barney and the tape.
Yay.
Damned 50% off Easter candy.
The Easter Bunny missed Emmett this year since he was on a plane from NYC and I was in Las Vegas. But he was more than happy to tour the aisles of Walgreens today and pick up scads of 50% off choco-bunnies.
Apparently, though, he had scads of junk food on his holiday, so his Mom requested that I pump him full of healthy stuff, so I tipped an Odwalla into him, and his dessert tonight was strawberries (oh, the sufering!).
How was vegas, Hec?