So there's this couple out on the bench outside. It appear they are having a "date." Which includes watching/listening to music on their individual cells and comparing, in a non-threatening manner, switchblades. The conversation is whacko.
The hell?
Which includes watching/listening to music on their individual cells and comparing, in a non-threatening manner, switchblades. The conversation is whacko.
The hell?
You know, of course, this sounds like a great night out to me.
Why won't the sun go away? I need to sleep, and it won't leave me alone.
Actually, I thought of you as I wrote that. But this is just so much more... something else. It's weird.
Oh dear, Pearl just killed me dead with cute and with guilt for being killed dead by the cute. But? I'm still dead, just the same.
Meanwhile, I'm taking my beer, because none of you people even care that my baby turned 7 today. I'll put you out on the streets. Bitch bitch bitch.
Seven? Wait until he's going on dates and kissing girls.
The son of one of the instructors has started dating and kissing. At 11. Of course, the brother of one of the instructors has started tongue kissing. At 4.
You're doing okay, Cindy.
Happy Christopher's birthday, Cindy!!
t /obedient
I am still not packed. WTF? At least I know what's going in the bag, so that should only take 5 minutes, but still.
Did you all know that haagen Dazs now makes Cinnamon Dulce de leche ice cream?
Go pack, Jesse, and have a great trip.
Today our office was invaded by two extremely energetic and tiny pug puppies who escaped their pen down the street. All the women in the office thought they were the cutest things ever, an opinion I couldn't share on account of
(1) all pugs, even tiny pugs, being among the most hideous of mammals, and
(2) the miasma of flatulence they surround themselves with at all time.
The rescued shepperd/rotweiller puppy Big Boss brought by yesterday to show everyone? So cute they should make Benji movies with him. But the pugs made me feel like I was in that Simpsons takeoff of 101 Dalmations where the little things were zipping around the house biting everything in sight like spring loaded pirhanas.
Pack, Jesse. You'll feel so much better. Just pack.
Seven? Wait until he's going on dates and kissing girls.
Well, he already loves two girls, but he's only going to marry one of them.
The son of one of the instructors has started dating and kissing. At 11. Of course, the brother of one of the instructors has started tongue kissing. At 4.
I started dating at 12, kissing came a year or so later. Oh dear, Ben is 11.
The 4 year old? A lot of babies give you a wet sloppy kiss, and it takes some time for them to grow out of it. I'm going to pretend that's the case for him.
Or fix him up with Pearl. They can go get their drink on.