Glad they got the van out, Laura. Sorry the boy's sulking. I loved making summer friends. I could reinvent myself--even if it was just for two weeks.

Aimee, a world of eeeewwwww. Good perv-dar you got there.

The McDonalds driver thru screwed us. Neither Happy Meal contained the chicken nuggets we ordered and I didn't discover it until we got home. I know better and should check but didn't think. Two hungry kids screaming for their NUGGETS. I was so mad, I called the restaurant. They took my name down and said they'd replace the order the next time we came in. Good thing my kids were satified with french fries.

Speaking of perv-dar....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL RADCLIFFE!!

He was born when I graduated high school.

::goes to sit in pervy lady corner with Aimee::

I have called a local laptop repair shop to see if they will reattach my letter "Q" on the keyboard. I've left it too long. I managed to fix the "E", "A" and "U" myself but have been thwarted by the last letter.

I should also go to the gym today.

He was born when I graduated high school.

He was born during my last year of college.

::goes to sit in pervy lady corner with Aimee::

I found an LJ community for us!! [link] Hee!!

He's a year older than my little brother. I would have been about to start 3rd grade when he was born.

I found an LJ community for us!! [link] Hee!!

I... feel a little dirty.

Llamas would be much easier than wheels if terrain is hilly or roadless, I suppose. And they sure do grow themselves some nice fiber, too.

I should be vacuuming and dealing with the laundry so that I may read more HP 7, but no. Here I sit browsing my time away.

Re whiny teenagers: Yesterday at the bookstore this teen girl was whining so much that she was complaining about she couldn't step over to look at the sale shelf because of how much too far it was to go, etc., etc., etc..... and I ended up sympathizing with her auntie about managing to get through the day without beating that child half to death, because I couldn't stand five minutes of standing next to that continual whine. Entitled little thing, I guess. Eeew.

Oh, and I saw the "Stephen King Killed John Lennon" whacko driving his customed van on Saturday. He used to stand around in front of the TV station with his banners and stuff. I can't believe he's still around and still working that story.

I had to look that up. What a wackaloon!

Still has a prissy, self-righteous set to his expression, too. I would have thought he'd have aged a lot more since I saw him last. Huhn. Maybe crazy ages well?