Oh don't let him fool ya...Em is VERY GOOD at Trouble. VERY GOOD.
This is not what I meant when I said I wanted a gifted child.
Damn my vague wishing!
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.
Oh don't let him fool ya...Em is VERY GOOD at Trouble. VERY GOOD.
This is not what I meant when I said I wanted a gifted child.
Damn my vague wishing!
Tagged, and Maria needs to visit RIGHT NOW.
IF YOU SEE TROUBLE, TELL IT I MISS IT!!!
Send Em and/or your wife up my way for a few months. I guarantee Trouble will return to you.
Ack, Suela. I hope you fell better tomorrow!
brenda, you are more than welcome at the North Beach Spa.
'Suela, I hope you feel better soon.
Man, I think I need to get out of town for a weekend.
I was just thinking the same thing, as long as weekend = week.
And Burrell goes for the jugular. Bwah!
MiracleMan, if you still miss Trouble, your daughter must have skipped the terrible twos.
I should be specific. I miss the "Hey, I'm in my twenties, drunk and invulnerable, let's set fire to some stuff then go pick up chicks" trouble.
Not that I'd ever go back, really. Just, sometimes...*sigh*
I was just thinking the same thing, as long as weekend = week.
October! Fleet Week! Added levels of insanity, plus the Columbus Day parade!
ION, I may have hit a snag in my plans to cook dinner tonight. I defrosted some ground beef in the microwave, and the dog can just smell it, and she's walking around grunting with her nose pointed straight up in the air trying to figure out where it's coming from. It's so funny I may not be able to take that meat out and actually do anything about it.
Tagged, and Maria needs to visit RIGHT NOW.
juliana has popped my cherry. It's only taken 2 1/2 years. WooT!
I miss the "Hey, I'm in my twenties, drunk and invulnerable, let's set fire to some stuff then go pick up chicks" trouble.
It hasn't gone anywhere. That kind of trouble has now become:
Hey, I'm in my thirties, drunk and hungover, let's stop the punks next door from setting fire to stuff then go pick up my wife and daughter.
Er, TROUBLE, why hast thou forsaken me?!?!
Hey, I'm in my thirties, drunk and hungover, let's stop the punks next door from setting fire to stuff then go pick up my wife and daughter.
Can I stop the punks next door with a shotgun? That'd make me feel better.
Lee, that would be very fun.
It would! We must pursue it, once you are healthy.
Where's sarameg?
There's another thing on that asshat optical company, with photo of asshat cover: