Not here.
I have never stayed at me inlaws longer than a few hours.
Not here.
Nothing to do with them...yes. I am in a dilemma. I have not talked to my sister (did you know I had one?) for over 25 years. Her grandson, who is not allowed to talk to her, told me she has entered hospice in NYC. I haven’t figured out what to do with this information.
Nothing to do with them...yes. I am in a dilemma. I have not talked to my sister (did you know I had one?) for over 25 years. Her grandson, who is not allowed to talk to her, told me she has entered hospice in NYC. I haven’t figured out what to do with this information.
Oh how I hate that song.
"Sucking on chili dog" will go down as the lamest line in any song ever in my book.
Oh no, no, no . . . I dutifully submit Taylor Swift.
You could have been getting down to this sick beat
My ex-man brought his new girlfriend
She's like "oh my God", but I'm just gonna shake it
And to the fella over there with the hella good hair
Won't you come on over, baby, we can shake, shake, shake, yeah oh
I have never stayed at me inlaws longer than a few hours.
In other great news the knitting ladies have agreed the flamingo is the animal they will create to hide on the field for the kids to find.
Much like the Mike Haters and the bees of last years Friday night festivities I’m hoping this will create a field of FLAMINGOS.
The store manager has gone out to get something to eat, and left me here at the store, alone.
He never used to do that, but started to about a month ago. On the one hand, I appreciate his apparent confidence in me. On the other hand, I don't feel confident that I can take care of every situation that could come up.
I have no concerns about safety or security. I'm not worried about getting robbed.
But, there are so many things he does that I don't know how to do....on the computer, for instance. I'd hate to have to tell a customer I don't know how to help them, and that they'll have to wait for Steve to return....
I love that you hate that song. Every time I hear it I think of you and sing along at the top of my lungs.
Crappiest song ever written. The opening chord is enough to raise my blood pressure 40 points.
Nothing to do with them...yes. I am in a dilemma. I have not talked to my sister (did you know I had one?) for over 25 years. Her grandson, who is not allowed to talk to her, told me she has entered hospice in NYC. I haven’t figured out what to do with this information.
Wait. What? More info, please....
On the average it only takes 7 minutes.
It started with the eighth UWC. The T-shirt that year had an octopus design on it, I think Tim S. designed it, 8th UWC - 8 appendages. A group of like minded knitters knit many little octopi ahead of time and hid them around camp in the trees for the kids to find.
The next year, UWC 9 Mike Hind designed the t-shirt with 9 cats hidden in it, UWC 9 - nine lives. Again the knitters and crafters made little kitties for people to discover.
Last year with it being the 10th UWC a whole bunch of people dressed as Mike Hater and bees. Many people dressed as him in overalls, a Chinese National hat, John Lennon glasses, and a beard. (One amazing woman knit over 40 beards to pass out to people). And then there were many bees. When he got to the field on Friday we all swarmed him and Tookta singing, “I’m your king bee” and “This Magic Moment”. Everyone brought him a PBR and Tookta a flower. It was a real hoot. The crafter had made bees to hide.
So since the number 11 (this coming year) doesn’t especially have an animal associated with it, I suggested the flamingo. And the crafters agreed.