Any conversation that begins with "Mom, what happened to Dad's nose?" is going to be a lot of fun for everybody but me.
Confided to the missus that I'm thinking of selling my scooter. Did so as I accidentally picked up her beverage and stubbed my toe on the door jamb. "Okay, but you're sure as hell not getting rid of your helmet."
It is a damn fine helmet.
Mozerdollzer is looking at condos in the DC area. A modest one-bedroom will cost her more than the three homes we've bought combined.
This month my granddaughter turns four, my baby girl turns 26, and my baby brother turns 53. The missus and I have been married for 12,342 days. These are all obscene numbers.
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Actually I am turning 25 and 4/4ths. Thank you very much.
And, since it's my job to keep you honest, you've been talking about selling that scooter for about 6 years.
Had a dream last night that you found potatoes growing in your backyard. Have a nice day, Printhe Lyle.
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