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Me : You're awesome.
Him : You're...right.
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Me (after he starts giving me an unprompted foot massage) : That's so sweet, honey. Thank you.
Him (after considering this for a second) : Wait. Now that we're in a relationship, isn't it time I STOP doing this stuff for you?
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Him : I have a game you can play.
Me : What kind of game?
Him : It's called 'clean my house.'
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Me (to a half-closed bathroom door) : What are you doing? Are you pooping?
Him : Maybe..... Do you wanna come watch me poop?
Me : Uhm. No thanks.
Him : Come on baby, it'll bring our relationship to a whole new level.
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I'm gonna marry this one. Jealous, ladies?
Hi.
Girl in the red Taurus here.
I'm a softy, it's true. If I'm at your corner/stoplight and have a dollar - even if it's my very last dollar - it's a pretty safe bet you'll get it if you're standing outside, holding a cardboard sign and looking even the least bit helpless.
Now, I'm not stupid. I know not all beggars are on the up and up, but some really are...some really could use a dollar for a burger. And my not knowing how to really tell the difference between the needy and the greedy is going to make me do my usual and simply trust you.
With that said, I'd like to say thank you personally, Mr. 71st Street Guy, for giving me no doubt about which kind you were, what with you just standing there, back against a phone pole, half-assed holding your "God Bless" sign, laughing and chatting away on your skinny, sexy little cell phone that was SO obviously more expensive than the one even I could afford.
May your reception be fuzzy and your battery die before you can finish setting up your pedicure appointment.
Hmph.
Daughter : You know, I kinda want to see the movie 300.
Father : You don't want to see that! That's nothing but gratuitous violence. It's nothing but a bloodbath. I don't know who would go see that. I wouldn't go see that.
Daughter : I don't know, dad, I hear it's actually pretty good.
Father : You shouldn't go see movies like that. You should want to see more intellectual films. You know what you should see? You should go see Wild Hogs.
Daughter : Wild Hogs?!
Father : What? There aren't real hogs in it. It's like BAM! And the guy hits the sign. Now that's funny.
**UPDATE #2**
First of all, THANK YOU for all who are trying to help. I really appreciate it. And I owe you guys cookies...or lap dances...or something.
Ok. What I've found. I prodded around a little bit and found out the only pages that are messed up are my main page, individual post pages, about me page, and blogroll page (the pages that matter...go figure).Everything else is ok, including category archives, montly archives, and comment pending pages.So I've deducted...it CAN'T be a specific post because the archives with the post would have messed up too. It CAN'T be the sidebars because the archives have the sidebars as they should be. It can't be the header because of the same reason. Now my task is to find out what those 4 pages have in common that the others don't. They should all have the same information (except the comment pending page, which has the old sidebars...but that shouldn't have anything to do with anything).I'll keep trying. Thank you all again!!
*UPDATE*
I still don't know what's going on with the blog. Have had a couple of suggestions, but either it wasn't the case or I don't know how to check to see if it is. I contacted my web designer and she's in Scotland working and said she'd look when she could. Don't know when that'll be.So yeah. Still screwed for now.
How's about a picture of a cat describing how I feel about this?
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No clue what's going on with the site. I actually didn't do it this time! Accccccck! Anyone know why it would suddenly do this?
Jesus take the control panel!
10. Getting to climb into the passenger seat and yell, "Moxie GET! OUT! OF! THAT!" about once every 2.7 miles.
9. Getting to see 250 miles of Oklahoma's trees dirt trees & dirt natural beauty.
7. Singing loudly. And very, very poorly.
6. Nearly 5 hours of uninterrupted, anonymous nose-picking.
5. Just throwing the throttle open and letting the ol' Ford Taurus purr. Heh.
4. Driving with your pants totally undone (because, hey, maybe they're a little tight, ok?!).3. Not having to blame it on the dog.
2.The entire bag of beef jerky to yourself - need I say more?
1. Ain't NOBODY telling me to slow down, dammit! Well, except maybe for that cop.
You see that over there in my sidebar? Yeah, the "daily" post thingy that was written on Valentine's Day? Heh.
And you see the post below this? The one that was written 8 days ago? (And that's not even written, per se...that I just copied a video code and called it good?) Heh. YEAH.
I haven't forgotten about ye olde blog - though I'm sure you all have. HI! I'm Chase!! Come back!!
I've been in Tulsa the last couple of weeks. I've been working (I have some money finally! Yay!) and making out hanging out with my man who, oddly enough, hasn't yelled at me to get out of his house yet, despite my throwing my clothes all over the place, using all his fabric softener, and having my dog poop in his house not just once, but THREE times.
He loves me. Despite what he says.
In short, I've not had much computer time at all. And, really, telling you all about how I painted a 30-foot-tall wall at work isn't all the exciting anyway. Unless you're into that sorta thing.
So that's about all I have to report.
I did just find out I'm getting my 3 boxes of Girl Scout Cookies tonight that I ordered from Chilihead's daughter. And that, my friends? Is just about the best news I could ever give ya.
Thin Mints, here I come.
