Hey, we were up there last, um, Friday {eh, March 30 I think, whenever that was}.

They have a new Disney Outlet store there. Lots o'stuff.

I'm just saying.

Oh, and laughing. Yes, if I am in a laughing mood, nothing can stop me. Then it seems my thoughts are all over and so random that everything is so freakin' funny.

Unfortunately, I haven't hung out with anyone in the same mood since I was probably 12. :D

I'm reminded of the time my brother got flattened in the mosh pit during a Suicidal Tendencies concert and needed to be helped up by my 5'2", 110 lb wife. It was awesome!:D

I still tease him about needing to be saved by his little ol' sister-in-law -- and this happened at least 12 years ago.


(In case you're wondering, I had no intention of helping his wimpy ass get up.)

Yay I'm at home instead of being at work!

Boo hiss it's because I'm so miserably sick I'd rather crawl into a corner and die. And my laptop still doesn't work. So I'm sick and bored. Lovely.

Reminds me of the time I nearly blacked out at a Greatfull Dead concert. I remember someone saying to me "Dude, you're stepping on that guys face!"

Those were the days! :cool:

She looks kinda wimpy, I'm sure you could take her out.

Oh, I'm no longer sure about that. I'm starting to go stir crazy here, and I have another week and a half before my doctor releases me to go back.

I feel like I could go back, but then I realize that the only reason I feel that way is vicodin - which I couldn't take while I'm working!

ron

I am off today. Working on the mountain of laundry I threw out of Nick's room last night. At least now you can see parts of his floor, but we still have a long ways to go in it. He forbade me to work on it without him. He is afraid I am going to toss something important.

I felt the same way when I was his age (I really am Oscar Madison in drag)

The difference being, my mother never gave me the courtesy of waiting and tossed at will. It was her house and she made the rules. Bless her heart.

Damn... my mom started making me do my own laundry at age 8.

Yeah, having us do the laundry was the reason my mom gave for having kids. (needing someone to run to the store for cigarettes on a Saturday morning was also a reason for having kids; she also said it was no coincidence that she had three kids and three rooms in the house that needed to be cleaned every day.)