I wonder if perhaps my husband needs one thrown his way to get his brain back together.

I wonder what the mortgage broker will say tonight. I wonder if we'll end up celebrating the beginning of a real deal house search.

I wonder if we'll get the party house we've always wanted.....
that will eventually convert into a place of growth for our 2.5 kids and family dog...
and be the base for family gatherings and warm memories...
and be a comfort to old empty nesters in our later years.
:eek: :eek: :eek:

Not that I have expectations or anything.

hrmm, right now I'm wondering if vegans give head,
if they do give head, do they swallow,
if they swallow, can they still really be considered vegans?

I wonder, what is that beautiful house? I wonder, where does that highway go? I wonder, am I right...am I wrong? And I wonder, my God!...What have I done?!

:eek:

:snap:

Awwwwww, beat me to it!


Letting the days go by. Water flowing underground........

I wonder if you'll find yourself living in a shotgun shack... in another part of the world... behind the wheel of a large automobile.

I wonder if I'll ever get that song out of my head now.

I wonder when my husband will be home.

I wonder just how fast my Friday will go tomorrow so the weekend can come sooner.

I wonder when my big toe nail will fall off (after it got smashed).

I wonder when all the Easter candy will finally be eaten up.

I wonder if I'll ever get over wanting to call people names on message boards.

I wonder if any of you have heard the song "The Widow" by The Mars Volta. :snap:

I'm wondering how long my butt will hurt...

I'm wondering if I really broke my tailbone like I think I did...

I'm wondering if I should call my Ortho Dr. friend for something stronger than Motrin...

I'm wondering which would feel better right now...ice or heat....

I'm wondering how long my family will snicker at me for sitting on a pillow...

I wonder if Baileykat's pillow is shaped like a donut.

I'm wondering what that crackling sound that I've been hearing all day bodes.

That sound. The one issuing from between the piano and the very large drum my mom brought home from Tanzania. The drum that I use as a table -- where my life sized Yoda stands.

What, dear God, is about to break??

Mind you, I've checked the area out thoroughly, and while I DID find a long-dessicated apple that had somehow rolled over there, I didn't find anything that I could identify as being crackle-inducing.

I hope that I'm not on the morning news as the victim of some freak musical intrument-mayhem...

Yoda protect me!

I wonder if lizziebith's Yoda is laying eggs that are hatching.

I wonder who Scropge is and why he should forgive Neph?