Whew! When I started doing this, I had no clue how time consuming it would be to select comments, put in all the links, and then try to remember who I had not yet given the award to. But you all are so funny, and thought-provoking, I would hate to see your comments buried for nobody else to enjoy. Since I slacked off last week, there are two awards this week, so grab your awards, Memarie Lane, and Jenny, and slap those puppies on your sidebar.
From Good times
Oh, I’m so glad you had a good time. I guess you all need to get together more often! Awesome pictures – loved the chef’s hat. I’ve heard about dogs doing that sometimes and now they are actually training them to sniff out cancer! I guess sometimes instinct is worth its weight in gold and I’m not surprised “man’s best friend” should have such a good talent.
Old friends, they have your history and are not afraid to blackmail you with it. The best kind. Fried scallops sound heavenly. Wish my biatches would make me scallops. They just break out the chocolate and request I bring the wine.
bra – teeth – food; I could rearrange those words for a completely different story – but not in a homosexual way or anything
I totally need a WWSBD bracelet. Armstrong? You’re SO 2 years ago…
I read her book, “How to make yer child into a serial killer in 10 easy steps” step four about smashing all their toys one night and blaming it on pixies is a classic.
I forget where the other comments are from. And I’m too tired to look it up. I have pizza to make.
Sometimes I like to pretend I’m as smart as the person who invented feed readers and that I live the life of luxury and I roll around naked in my piles and piles of money. We’ll be here when you get back. Thanks to that genius person who invented the feed reader that is NOT me.
Well, having grown up in the West Indies, I will let you use your imagination freely to picture the vast quantity of medicinal herb that was once smoked around here. Alas, with small children and Sean’s Responsible Pilot Job (and regular random urine testing on the job!) we have been very anti-ganga since we got married. Eleven years! Hmmm, that explains a lot, actually! One day, when we are old and doddering, and nobody cares what we do any more, who knows? You might come to drop a casserole, and find us rolling around on the floor, dentures falling out, howling “In the BATH! The BAAAAATH! Geddit? Whaaahaa!!!! The bath… HOO HOO!!” and when you finally get us to stop laughing, we will have absolutely no idea what we were laughing at. And THAT will be so totally hilarious that you will just have to leave in disgust, shaking your head and saying “how sad…”
Yay!! for free-boobing.. well as long as you aren’t in danger of treading on your nipples that is… *shuffles off walking very very carefully*
(As sung to the tune, Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty) She’s a goooood girl, Hates her braaaaaaaaa, Loves wiiiiiiiiiine, And the Over-Thinkerrrrr, too! And she’s FREEEEEEEEEEEEE, Free Booooooobin’ You should post a picture of you and your new hair for the photo puzzle!
Knudsey. ABB, cover your eyes, I know you don’t want this image in your brain again.
‘Crash’ “wow” said Witchypoo “thats a big chopper” the fireman then got out his axe, “We heard there was extreme hottness going on up here, you blog naked huh? mind if we come in and search yer panty drawer for heat?” Witchypoo took the ice cube off her nipple “only three of you? ah well as long as I can handle the hose come on in big boys I have pizza for all” witchpoo stands up and a big wine bottle hits the floor, “woops my bad I forgot that was up there.” The firemen walk past ABB playing world of warcraft and shouting “I’m a wizard I’m a wizard” after a search for burning the firemen look around the flat, witchypoo says “who wants a slice of 12inch? no cheese, I promise” after a lot of hot dirty psychic sex only being interrupted by ABB comming in for pizza twice the firemen leave, 10 minutes later there was a knock on the busted door, “hello mam paramedics, we heard someone needed some medical attention and we were in front of the plumber who wants to check yer pipes” witchpoo sighs and says, Knudsey must be pimping me out.
The award goes to Memarie Lane
My FIL was like that. There’s a place out in the middle of the desert in SoCal called Cadiz. Once my FIL told his kids he was taking them to Cadisneyland, and they got all excited. Drove them all the way out there, a 3-4 hour drive, just to hear them cry when they realized it was not the Happiest Place on Earth. But somehow Brad thinks it was funny, so maybe it did make him stronger.
Yer givin’ away free boobs? What will you think of next? I love The Over-Thinker’s song…she’s just witty.
I still have work to do in learning how to give good comment. But I don’t give up easily. (Plus, it’s fun coming here and reading everything you all write, anyway).
