They must have made a movie about this in the 80s, right?
Probably.
Was the corrupt developer dressing up in a monster costume to scare you away? Because then it'd be an episode of Scooby-Doo.
'Soul Purpose'
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.
They must have made a movie about this in the 80s, right?
Probably.
Was the corrupt developer dressing up in a monster costume to scare you away? Because then it'd be an episode of Scooby-Doo.
Timelies all!
In Logan airport waiting for our flight and soaking up the free intertubes.
News of Matilda's World:
Yesterday, while at my dad's doing laundry and gardening, I suggested we go down to the basement to vacuum some of the dust off the very dusty but gorgeously well constructed, probably-worth-more-than-our-car couch my dad has no use for and is giving us to replace the ratty ugly uncomfortable one in our apt, to get it ready for the switch. Instead of cheerfully agreeing, as she usually does to any fixit expedition down to the basement -- the CA ranch house version of an attic, full of books and baby clothes and old car magazines and a pool table -- she burst into howling sobs and collapsed in a heap, wailing, "NO DON'T CHANGE THAT COUCH THAT WILL NEVER MAKE ME HAPPY I LOVE OUR COUCH."
"You love that [horrible] couch?"
"I love it SO DEARLY!"
Then, after she'd recovered, she decided her toes needed names. They are, moving in from the baby toes: Bob and George, Lightning and Thunder, Mitty and Sasha, Pointer and South Pointer, and Bob and Jing-Bob.
She has 2 toes named Bob? On the same foot? CHAOS!
JZ and Hec, that's an awesome human you produced.
She has 2 toes named Bob? On the same foot? CHAOS!
I was assuming both her big toes are named Bob.
Who has two thumbs and a new washer and dryer?
Stuuupid work is keeping me from getting a load running already. Man, a weight I hadn't realized was there is now off my shoulders.
I was assuming both her big toes are named Bob.
No, it was working in from the baby toes. It sounds like there's a baby toe named Bob and a big toe named Bob. (I'm not even counting Jing-Bob, which is clearly a totally different name.)
I had a very vivid dream about squeezing pus out of an apple, only the apples were the size of blueberries, and the pus/bruise went through multiple apples, and somehow the apples were a part of my body. It was pretty gross.
It sounds like there's a baby toe named Bob and a big toe named Bob.
Ah. I'm too tired to keep track of duplicate toe names.