1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO. What the fuck.
The math checks out, but that can't be right.
There is no such thing as taking "falling off the bone" too literally for me. Nom nom nom.
Mmm, peach crisp. Also nom nom nom.
I got my errands run while it was still under 90 out, so I am free to stay and melt in the privacy of my own home/yard the rest of the day. I really miss being in the mountains and having a creek full of ice melt to wade in right now.
I went to buy a bottle of wine, and the year you have to be born later than? 1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO. What the fuck.
Whereas that is the year I could legally buy a bottle of wine. Which makes getting carded on Thursday kinda ridiculous.
I just saw a posting of the Budweiser "Wassup" ad [link] to which someone replied with the 2008
8 years later
election version [link] , which means--half of tumblr may not really know that annoying (yet infectious) "wasssssaaaaaaaaaaaap" noise.
Which makes getting carded on Thursday kinda ridiculous.
I was also getting carded, which is also ridiculous, but I do understand having a uniform policy.
1992. NINETEEN NINETY-TWO.
Yeah, my firstborn was born in 92. Then again, he is 21 going on 13.
I got carded at Bevmo yesterday. I am old enough to be the cashier's mother! It's sort of ridiulous.
Laura, you can NOT have a 21 year old. Wasn't it just last week he was duct taping his brother's head?
I do the waassssup thing about once a week. true fact.
but then I also just randomly say "it's a pterodactyl" and make squaky noises about once a month and that commercial was in 1988. no one ever knows what I am going on about.
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I also say "Good Stuff Maynard" a lot. [link]
1992 is seven years after I graduated high school, and a year after my firstborn's birth.
I need a drink.
I have one for you, Amy. Come over and enjoy beer or a pimms cup! I am old.