Yay, Ryan, snatching the chickens of victory from the jaws of defeat! He must be quite pleased.
Who wants to help me figure out the nature and source of the noxious stench that comes over my front yard almost every morning shortly after sunrise?
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Yay, Ryan, snatching the chickens of victory from the jaws of defeat! He must be quite pleased.
Who wants to help me figure out the nature and source of the noxious stench that comes over my front yard almost every morning shortly after sunrise?
Yay, Ryan, snatching the chickens of victory from the jaws of defeat! He must be quite pleased.
He is! Or at least, he would be, except he'd better be asleep right now. Counting chickens in his sleep. One bok, two bok-bok, three bok-bok-bok...
Woo hoo, Ryan! What a dramatic ending!
Woo hoo, Ryan! What a dramatic ending!
It was quite the roller coaster. Ryan is wondering what I'll be saying to George tomorrow. (I pointed out to him that it's not nice to gloat.)
Woohoo Ryan's chickens come home to roost!
Now is definitely the time to start teaching good sportsmanship.
(I pointed out to him that it's not nice to gloat.)
A brief smug grin may be acceptable. Everyone else will gloat by proxy.
Timelies all!
Yay Ryan!
A brief smug grin may be acceptable. Everyone else will gloat by proxy.
Truth. There are people in the office I can rely on to point out to George, as often as is deemed necessary, that he got beaten by a six-year old boy. Oh, and today is Father's Day in Australia. (Ryan gave me a trophy, a card, a puzzle book and bragging rights in the office. Yay me!)
That's kind of perfect.