My son seems to be on a one-man campaign to keep my feet planted firmly on the ground. I guess that's the role of a 13 year old. Tonight I was telling him a story and he said, "Do you ever have days where certain things just get on your nerves? Well, no offense, but right now, it's you." If I were my dad, the back of my hand would have flown across the front seat of the car but lucky for the shorty, I'm
not my dad. He says, "No offense (again), but when you tell a story you can't just get to the point. You have to say something then say it again in another way but it's really just the same thing again and then, you do it again. Just say what you need to say and move on." Oh, he's so lucky I love him. He's like his dad, only shorter and skinnier. Lucky for both of them that I love them....
Shawn - get one of those bike trailer things for the little ones and strap it to your waist. That'll keep you from bending down to the wagon handle.
d - Seriously?!?! You've never heard of a swirly? How did you make it through basic training? Good thing you're not T's little sister! My little brother just joined the Colorado National Guard. He goes to Fort Knox in Kentucky on Monday for basic. Then, after that, he's off to Fort Rucker for some sort of school. He's on the Aircraft Operations/Flight School path. Once he's in Ft Rucker, I should be able to see him for a weekend here and there.
ScottMom - My mother-in-law had a bag of birdseed bust open in the back of her car - a hatchback - and the next spring plants actually started growing up from the carpet! Maybe you'll get lucky and grow some cucumber hills. [img]tongue.gif[/img] Oh, and I'll have a split shot skinny mocha hold the whip. Thanks!
[ 10-10-2006, 10:41 PM: Message edited by: CrewChief ]