Guess who got to ride down the mountain in the arms of a hunky ski patrol member?
a) Me
b) Emie
c) Jack
d) Jeff
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Guess who got to ride down the mountain in the arms of a hunky ski patrol member?
a) Me
b) Emie
c) Jack
d) Jeff
I’ve mentioned to myself that I’m back, so I suppose that means that I actually should write something. Here. To entertain you. Both of you. Okay so obviously, I don’t do this to entertain y’all. It’s to entertain myself. Usually that comes pretty easily to me. It’s just I haven’t been very entertaining lately. Actually...
Um, if only learning were as fun as NOT learning. I think the world would be a lot smarter.
That was awesome! Kids are great.
You guys are buying a kid, seriously. This is the first I’ve heard of it. I have a two year old, very cute and chatty, up for the bidding! But seriously, fill me in, I’m totally out of the loop!
Now, doesn’t that feel better? All rested up? See I told you a break would feel good. And a rest was important because we have a lot coming up here at DRY Ink. It is probably time for a state of the family address around here, it’s been over a year. Yeah I’m a slacker....
Well, I’m glad you’re alive. Life is definitely never dull. But, Erika, you are my hero. The end. (Do I have to sing our song to remind you?)
What movie did you see? Isn’t biting off more than you can technically chew–and then successfully chewing it–so very entertaining?
Rae, thanks, no song necessary.
MM, I saw International. It was meh. As for the last part, I’ll reserve judgment til I actually chew things successfully.
While I do realize that you in fact know everything, it would be greatly appreciate if you would kindly stop asking me questions, then telling me that my answer is wrong. In addition, but equally entertaining for me is your innate inability to do anything other that what you want to, without full on tantrum...
Ha ha ha ha ha! Hilarious! I’m sorry that your stresses are so entertaining for me. :o)
How funny! Oh, I needed that!
Email me so I can invite you to our blog.
Mine around the same age: “Mom, what’s for dinner?”
Me: “Grilled cheese.”
Him: “Well, don’t make any for me because I’m running away from home.”
At that point it was all I could do to avoid saying, “Can I help you pack?”
MM, now I’m craving grilled cheese. Do I have to run away to get one? Cause I will. Especially since almost 18 and just turned 6, aren’t any better.
We ride bikes to school every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Jack has taken to leaving early. Earlier than us so that he can ‘ride by himself’. This means he doesn’t wait for us at dismissal either. He rides home ‘alone’ too. Yesterday morning Em met me at my bath room door crying. It would seem...
Twisted, yes. But AWESOME.
ummm… Jeff would’ve been hilarious, but I think I remember you saying he doesn’t ski.
I’m going to say Jack.
I can only imagine which one of you it is. But I was also escorted down a mountain by a hunky ski patroller. I was wrapped up like a burrito and in a tobbaggon pulled by his snowmobile. Hope you guys had better luck.
Funny…I totally guessed you at first!