{{{Jesse}}} and {{{Jesse's dad}}}
Natter 60: Gone In 60 Seconds
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.
Much ~ma Jesse-- and giggling at the thought that it takes a world famous theologian to replace your dad in the pulpit.
goodness Jesse. hope all is ok.
Thanks, y'all.
My dad is an excellent preacher, granted, but not famous!
Definitely in my thoughts, Jesse. Ack! Nice work on having the best in backup too. Wow, he's impressive.
::says she who has weekly Cabana Boys in her blog:: *g*
I was going to say... Not that I don't fully appreciate the CBs.
Oh dear, Jesse. I'm hoping it is something stupid like simple dehydration. I'm glad they've got good neighbors watching out for them. You and your parents are in my thoughts. And minimal freakouts to you too. I know, I know. It's part of the territory.
Jesse! {{{Jesse}}}}
I hope that there's nothing too seriously wrong with your dad's health, Jesse.
My god, the women volleyball players are cut.
I know people were saying earlier, but goodness.
One of the things that was cool about crewing for dad's triathalons was seeing all the ranges of athletes' bodies. I still recall Mimi(?), who was a 75-80 year old who kicked ass. You'd see her around town, looking like just another slight, little old lady. And then you'd see her at a triathalon in short bike shorts and a sportsbra and holygod. That woman was lean and muscled.
My dad never beat her times, not even when he was at his prime.
Ewwwww ewwww ewwwwww Shrubwit's feeling up the volleyball players! Ewwwwwwww