I'd comment on this post, but that would be the pot calling the kettle fat...I mean black.
"You see folks, she is my everything. No joking. My wife is the most important thing to ever happen to me and she is the most important thing in my life." That, dear J, is one of the reasons I heart you so much.
I hope you're feeling better, sista. *hugs*
I have never been on a facebook or myspace page. How lame am I?
And it's not so easy for this fat arse to sweat.
You're like the third person that has said they're dizzy lately. I'll buy your dizziness, but your pathetic ness, too, by the way. I cannot say a word without being a hypocrit. Just promise that if it gets too weird then you'll get it checked out. And maybe the tingles are from the DNC.
Oh no, Daddio. Sorry, C. And I can't wait to read on about the lunch.
I cannot remember this song. Guess the whole metro thing is lost here in West By God Virginia.
Tough Siht indeed. But I will say that you had excellent ideas for her. I am thinking that some serious bonding needs to happen between her and (baby).
I would have to guess going to the bathroom.
It sounds like maybe the dizziness from the eye medicine may be a blessing for you in disguise.
That whole thing sucks. Especially the part about him changing his story. We laypeople would be considered unreliable should our story change on the stand. I used to think the same thing after drinking a couple of beers, that I was fine. I never thought about having to blow.
No motors here, but the Twinkies have a piece of junk truck sitting next door. I could do some porch shopping for you.
I'm glad there was some celebrating done. You deserve it. And the back rub was well needed. The apple picking sounds so sweet. I think I'll encourage you to keep him around a little longer. As for your 36th...37 next month. Thirtyfukcingseven. I feel you, sista. I'm glad you had a good birthday. I was thinking about you telling me that I wasn't the only lame-o once for playing Bingo. That made me smile when I read that you went and hung out at the Bingo hall. Cool.
When I read the title I thought about Mr. Adams. And then I was like, "no, she's talking about Stan and the fantab weekend they had." And then here he is...Bry himself.