My Stories. Mine. Not Yours.

I hope you had a wonderful Father's Day, Chris. The Twinkies were playing Elvis today and I thought of you.

I think it would be such a cool time to hang out with you and K. I'm glad you two have each other. AND I'm glad you're over it.

At least if you believe that it comes in threes then it's done for a while,eh.

Good luck!

I will wish the best for him.

I haven't read you before, so I won't comment on things because I would have too many prying Scorpio questions. I will comment on this though:
"I just hate how sometimes it feels like she can see everybody's perspective except mine." My mom does the same thing to me.
And I will start reading you more because I like your perspective on things. I especially liked the list of things you are working on about yourself. Realizing that you can't control what and how others do is a huge thing to come to terms with for me.
I don't know you, but I think you are going to make it quite well.

People and their ignorance never fail to amaze me. I'm glad you had a good weekend despite the moronic line cutters.

I would take it as a sign of something awesome.

It's been nasty hot here too, and it's WAY too early for that here. Ugh.
I hate the thoughts of trading Daisy in for a small car. I suppose it's not really a possibility because you can't fit today's carseats in today's cars and I have two carseats. It took $95 the other day to fill her up so Da Man could make it to the VA. Oh, I could go on and on about the price of gas.
The kitties sound cute. I love babies of (almost) any type--except Twinkies.

I'm soooooo incredibly friggin' jealous that you have an aerogarden. I called for the informative DVD and it never arrived. I was cruising through Bed Bath & Beyond the other day and stood there in the aisle, mesmerized, by the one they had on display.

Wow. I am a bit stunned that he made a list of names. It sounds to me like he needed a hobby.

I hope you're feeling better. And I hope that Kraymer has stopped kicking you in the shin. Just like a kid.

Oh, K! That sounds horrible. What a start to the weekend, huh? Rest up.