Strange thing happened last night. Mom calls Adam and I out to talk to her for a minute. She starts into this story of how this lady she knows from school told her that they had a dream the previous night that featured Mom becoming a grandmother. After telling us this, she gives us the evil eye and asks if there's any basis for this in reality.
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Thinking about it now, I imagine moving out would probably freak her out even more, it's a good thing dad can keep her settled most of the time...
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Do you hear that? What is that knocking at the door? IT IS OPPORTUNITY! Carpe diem biatches! Carpe diem!!!
I have two ideas for you to try:
1. Get some tensor bandages, or rip up a bed sheet, and wrap it around Shannon's waist. Each time you do this, increase the girth slighty. Also, have her start asking for weird things like Banana's and pickles, or peanut butter and ice cream.
2. Take your Mom and Dad out to A&W and buy them dinner. Be sure to give your dad the Grandpa Burger with the most sly look on your face. This could also be further enhanced with the above girth-pading suggestion.
CARPE DIEM BIATCHES!
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(Now, didn't A&W do a commerical along those lines once?)
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And for the matter, I am the most original person out there! Robert Brown stole my ideas, I had all the angles for the DiVinci Code!
(Yes, A&W did do a commercial like that, I did infact have nothing to do with the DiVinci Code, and 8 inches)
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Oh, and pharm!
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Maybe a small pharm will cheer you up?
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I dunno, man. I really think the days of the pharm have come and gone. Fun while it lasted though...so many wasted Saturdays....Ha ha ha!
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All I want for Christmas is a dependable car which won't let me down during the long winter months in Callander.
Oh, and I could go for one of those beavers they mentioned at the Moze, preferably medium rare.
I will leave cookies and a Pontiac keychain for you on Christmas Eve.
Mike
:P
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For Christmas, I would really like a dwarf, or some sort of pixie that will magically write lesson plans for me. Also, I want to have more facial hair than my friend Briggs, because I can't look like I'm 12 in front of my students.
Also, if I could get a new job at Independent Grocers, I would be happy as a clam!
I will leave cookies for you on Christmas Eve, but my Dad will probably eat them before you arrive.
Campbell
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