That is the only excuse.
You need a reason, not an excuse. Excuses are for wusses. And a reason would be? That you liked it. Go on--say you liked it.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
That is the only excuse.
You need a reason, not an excuse. Excuses are for wusses. And a reason would be? That you liked it. Go on--say you liked it.
I totally liked it! Although maybe I didn't actually denim overall shorts -- I definitely had purple plaid overall shorts. And I rocked them.
ita, do we need to have a no bullying week?
The DH likes Mike so much that he is planning to buy and wear overalls when we shoot the TV thingie.
The overalls caused one of my friends to assume Mike Holmes was gay.
I keep seeing Peter Krause on promos for Parenthood. I still think of him as Casey McCall.
I was excited to see Rachel in denim overall shorts on an old Friends the other day,
That was probably the maternity fashion choice that makes me cringe the most. But dammit, they had room to grow and as for the shorts, I gave birth in July.
As someone who has literally gotten sick from wearing pants with a too-tight waist, I am fully willing to go on the record as saying that I loved wearing overalls and overall shorts. But not enough to wear them now. Maybe if I gardened more...
I am not sure how long I will like it, but Parenthood certainly had its moments in the pilot. Peter stopped being Casey to me in the first ep of Six Feet Under, that was NOT Casey behavior.
It's like I've completely forgotten Six Feet Under existed.
Scrappy, I will fight J for Mike Holmes. and he will lose. ijs.
I would fight both of you for him. Seriously. I saw an ep yesterday where he ripped a cabinet off the wall and carried it to the dumpster like it was a fluffy pillow. Made me tingle in private places.
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