My Sr or Jr year of hs we also had a squirel day. In VA at least (elsewhere too?) if the school can't serve lunch then the students must be sent home... happy and yet hungry.
Oh and someone on Eureka just suggested they may be living on a hellmouth...
when it detects anything the weight of a squirrel, it spins around fast enough to fling the squirrel off in a random direction.
Now I know what to get my dad for Christmas!
Now I know what to get my dad for Christmas!
Right? Screw the bird feed. Load it up with squirrel chow and have hours of fun.
Now I know what to get my dad for Christmas!
Wouldn't it just be the coolest? And by strange coincidence, it's my birthday tomorrow. Oh, wait, no squirrels. Bugger.
Oh, wait, no squirrels. Bugger
VA's got ton's gimme an address... (note to self... poke air holes)
Thanks for the Happies guys!
I take my laundry to the laundrymat. But I leave it there and give them about fifteen bucks and when I get home from work it is in my lobby washed, dried, and folded with the delicates slightly damp in a seperate bag. T'is truly awesome but nowhere near sex.
Drove up north and checked out Amish people today, pet a horsie on the nose, ate some shoefly pie. Good times... Good times...
Debetesse and I went out to dinner. Steak. Ribs. Pie. Nom nom nom.
Came home and she... well... she seduced me. Had her wicked way with me... Three little words... Three little words and I am now putty in her DVD hands...
Captain. Jack. Harkness.
VA's got ton's gimme an address... (note to self... poke air holes)
That sounds like a great way to get your fingers bitten.
Captain. Jack. Harkness.
Well now, that's entirely fair.
See, I have resisted Who-ness for many years now because there was just so much to catch up on.
And then last night Torchwood was on her TIVO... and then there were DVDs...
What can I say? Oh, I love the Dr. too... but Jack, dear Jack...
Our pants match.
See, I have resisted Who-ness for many years now because there was just so much to catch up on.
Foolish Trudy. You are powerless before the Who.
Or at least the Who Kissage.