It’s my birthday today. I turn 21. There will be a party tonight. Transformer hats may be included. You’re all invited.
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It’s my birthday today. I turn 21. There will be a party tonight. Transformer hats may be included. You’re all invited.
Look what I brought home: I’ll leave it to you to guess where it is, but let’s just say I didn’t know it was there until I got home and someone told me. And one more because I owe you something nice after the one above, kinda cleansing the palate if you know what I...
Sorry about your skiing accident…. it was kinda funny though that you had to be told by another that you had that humongous bruise! Thanks for that great photo!
P.S. I lost my log in AGAIN so I usually just lurk on your page. 🙂 But for the brief moment that I have it, I wanted to let you know that I love what you do with your Mastheads. They are always entertaining!
That’s a pretty good cover story. (What happens in Logan STAYS in Logan.)
Thanks so much SYS and thanks for delurking
Shhhh LL, stop blowing my cover.
I’m home. I didn’t get to ski enough, but there was plenty of Ann Murray. I ate chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, because I love Jeff that. much. If I don’t eat this kind of stuff, I’ll get all model skinny and hott. Jeff will be constantly fighting over me and I just don’t want...
Heck, yes, I’m in!
Although, next year should definitely be in the great land of the leprosy colony.
Hee.
no no, we should do the swamps in the fall, and Utards in the spring, I gots this all worked out.
ooh…me too! me too!
And yes, it has to be Utah in the spring.
Whee!!! I’m in, I’m in!!!! Look at us, starting traditions.
I’d be “in,” but a) i’m no girl. b) too much estrogen. It burns us. and c) hillbilly hell is a distinct possibility.
Precisely what I ordered the gigantic chocolate cake at P.F. Chang’s today. It’s for my husband! So I don’t get all skinny! I knew I was all noble and everything.
I’m in the land of the Utards. (Someone please help me, the Mormon’s, they are EVERYWHERE.) We went skiing today. Now the ole ballet injury is acting up. Damn I’m old. Hate to leave tomorrow, but really miss everyone at DRY Ink head quarters. Maybe, if you’re good, I’ll tell you how we woke Loralee...
I cried a tear…
And the inside jokes begin…
Tomorrow, at zero dark thirty, I leave on a jet plane for the land of Utards. Friday night I will engage in a slumber party of epic proportions with her and her. Annnnnd I promised Jeff we would have a pillow fight in our nighties. Sooo, if you need me I’ll be practicing my left...
My husband is making me video it.
Sigh…
Happy birthday. Since you just turned 21, does this mean that you can go drinking now? We should go clubbing. Oops, maybe that’s not such a good idea considering the purpose of your recent visit. P.S. Love the photo, even though I thought it was something else at first.
What photo? Happy freaking birthday. Try not to get to carried away with those transformer hats.
Transformer hats?! I’m not showing up now.
You can still come to my party tomorrow, though. No hats.
Okay Ray, you, me and a club – so happening.
LL, the photo in the previous post. Ray can’t focus.
Ann, quit being a party looper.