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. . . when a certain Aunt buys a certain female cherub a toy tattoo machine, and it is unleashed on a certain male cherub. Good luck getting that out of your head. And let me just tell you. There’s an orthodontist somewhere out there, who saw this picture and is just now ordering the...
The itch is back. It is a terrible agonizing itch that can not be ignore. I spend my days wandering through the house, wondering how to scratch it. I know I shouldn’t. I realize that half way through, it will be painful and possibly bloody, and I will probably regret ever scratching it. But I...
like it said in the New Testament: “And it is our desire that you may all keep the same high purpose in certain hope to the end:” (Hebrews, 6, 11)!!
I got an itch and now I have no wallpaper in the dining room and paint chips all picked out…now, to actually do the work.
Live long and prosper. Good luck.
Jeff wants our next house to be an outdated, fixer-upper that he won’t have the time to work on. So I’ll make you a room there and you can do my remodeling. You come up with the plans, I’ll buy the stuff, you do the work, and your kids can play in my pool. How does that sound?!?
And here I was thinking you were referring to your sunburned butt starting to itch, and I was all like “yo, i could totally help with that…” but then you were all like “the mudroom addition itch” and so now I’m all like “i cain’t do nuthin for that”
I wish I had itches that ended in useful things rather than just itches that involve laying on the couch munching Milky Ways and slugging Diet Dr. Pepper.
While I appreciate head football coach Les Miles supporting the Baseball team, me thinks he should learn how to spell “Geaux” if he’s going to stay around here.
YEAH!!! How dare he spell a misspelled word wrong!!! I’ve got my pitchfork…let’s run him out of town on a rail!
Oh, that is the right way…the RIGHT LSU way. Maybe even the right French way? Not sure of that one…I took Japanese in high school.
Once, when I was in forth or fifth grade, I ran away. I packed a bag, wrote a note and left. I found a house for sell and stashed my stuff there. Then I went and played with my friends. When dark came, I crawled into the garage of the empty house and attempted to...
Thank you so much for posting this. :o) Your mother’s delayed reaction sounds similar to the way my mother would have reacted, by the way.
So I meant to blog. Really I did. This was supposed to be my triumphant return to blogging. To chronicling what ever the hell it is that goes on around here. But then shit happened. I hear I’m not the first. There may even be a t shirt about it. But on to the shit....
Way to lay down the law for the Hero Race Car Driver. I’m sure he’ll get right on that. The fireplace is looking good, but I’ll be sure not to stare too long at it. We know what happens when I do. And to get all sentimental for one second…it’s about time I could be there for you since you’ve ALWAYS been there for me. Love you, friend.
Why oh why do we have summer vacation? This is NOT going the way I envisioned it. Maybe Rachel will take my kids, too? I am a lot closer to Utah.
I get credit for this???? I mean I’ll take it of course, but I have no recollection of buying or gifting any such item. I would NEVER do something like that!!
My bad, evidently this was a grandma/paw paw purchase back at Christmas. Kayla got one too, and just remember Jenny being annoyed. I guess I just couldn’t wrap my mind around Bunny pulling the trigger on a tattoo machine. Who knew?
OH NO!!!!!!! Not THIS Grandma OR Paw Paw!!!! This was TOTALLY UNCLE JOSH!!!!!!!!!!!! (Uh–Paw Paw just remembered being WITH Josh when the purchases were made….)
Ah mystery finally solved!