Absolutely, ita.
My poor dad! He fell at work, and Mom just called from the ER. Huge goose egg on his head, but no concussion, and no broken rib, just scrapes and bruising (he fell flat on his back).
In the manner of our family, I told him he was clearly just trying to steal my thunder. Then we discovered laughing hurts. Oops.
Click, click, booyah!
Poor Buffista parents. I feel I should call home and make sure mine are okay.
I recommend it, actually. Poor guy. He's now a combination of sheepish and ultra cranky that only he can pull off.
So many things about this story are wrong like a wrong thing. It does, however, provide important insights into the ridiculousness that is Pennsylvania's beverage-regulation morass: [link]
So many things about this story are wrong like a wrong thing. It does, however, provide important insights into the ridiculousness that is Pennsylvania's beverage-regulation morass: [link]
Oy. Trying to buy alcohol in PA is ridiculously complicated.
buying liquor in Pa
Wow, I think that's weirder than Utah. But then, we reserve the weirdness for granting liquor licenses to restaurants and bars. Consumers just get told "No" to buying anywhere other than the state liquor store.
That Nilly baby is supremely happy. It makes me grin just to see him.
Today is Wear An Insect day, BTW.
I am saving my scarab earrings to wear tomorrow. They are blue.
And yes, the new Blue Beetle comic comes out tomorrow. My geek rolls DEEP.