Rachel's been on vacation fishing in Massachusetts.
That is not as wild as Argentina.
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.
Rachel's been on vacation fishing in Massachusetts.
That is not as wild as Argentina.
Did you know that your trickling motivation sounds surprisingly similar to a crying baby who's pooped his pants?
Huh. No, I didn't. As long as it smells different, that's fine.
Actually the title was Real Women Don't Pump Gas.
Right, yes. That's what I was thinking, but somehow didn't type...
It was an unofficial followup to Real Men Don't Eat Quiche.
Yes, exactly! There was a flood of those tiny pamphlet books after that.
Again, thanks for the birthday happies. I did decide to blow off going up to Maine, at least for today. And, lo-and-behold, it seems to have stopped raining. Which will probably last until about halfway through where ever I try to go later.
Yep, I'm being lazy. I think I get to today.
I'm bored. And there seems to be far fewer blog posts today, pro'lly because of the upcoming holiday weekend.
Sears Tower: New glass 'ledges' lead to high anxiety
So you can stand on the 103rd floor, with nothing but glass beneath your feet....
Pumping your own gas is just wrong. ::nods::
What is wrong with you people? I'm too much of a control freak to let anyone pump my gas. I love my car. I don' want no one messin' wit my car.
Happy birthday, Frank!
Happy birthday, Frank! I hope there's cake.
What is wrong with you people? I'm too much of a control freak to let anyone pump my gas. I love my car. I don' want no one messin' wit my car.
It's just gas!
I left my watch at home. I feel neekid.
A couple of summers ago we drove through Oregon on the way to a softball tournament and I purposely stopped for gas there. The kids were kinda freaked out to have service at a service station.
Happy Birthday, Frank!!!