He's the "daddy" in the commercial, not the louse she married.Kudos to your father.
He's the "daddy" in the commercial, not the louse she married.Kudos to your father.
I know. I just think being a single parent to four kids is amazing.He's the "daddy" in the commercial, not the louse she married.
I haven't seen DC in cherry blossom season. My preference for Ottawa is mostly a matter of personal taste. I'm not a big fan of Neoclassical architecture. To be honest I don't like the US Capitol Building at all. I much prefer gothic and chateauesque architecture. The Centre Block of Parliament is one of my favorite buildings in the world.
Plus Ottawa is more laid-back and peaceful than DC. Hoping it stays that way despite the tragedy last October.
I blame poor parenting. His parents are Canadian, therefore, you can keep him.I've argued this before, prior to your migration - Bieber was a cute little kid, singing "Baby, Baby" or some such nonsense, when he left here.
He morphed into a word class twerp on your soil, under the tutelage of Usher et al.
You wrecked him; you keep him.
You can take his equally useless parents/paid employees too.
Oh lovely.
Freezing rain and sleet mixture RIGHT when I'm supposed to be commuting home! Yippee!
Hoping second school opts to close early. Hoping, but not counting on it.
Two weeks ago, we had a student killed in an ice related car accident.Yup, that's heading for MA right now. It's going to make for a very messy, or dangerous icy (I prefer messy . . .) commute in the morning.
Anyone else like ketchup in mashed potatoes?
Hahaaa...!
That's my pop right there, too.
Snoring cat....turn up the sound.
It's a cheap deli ham luncheon meat. (But better than Spam.) Like I've mentioned my dad being a single parent raising four girls had to make the grocery money stretch sometimes so chipchop ham lunches it was.
That's an interesting way to do the mashed. I'll have to try it.
Down in the "fried south" we take leftover mashed, add some chopped onion, a beaten egg, bread crumbs and shape into patties and fry them. Now I'm hungry.
He sounds like my cat, Anya. I sometimes want to put her on a CPAP machine because you know I have fitted her for the mask already.
We know for sure one did.He did the best he could to provide for all of you, with the money he had to spend. That's what matters, and I'm sure all four of you turned out fine.
In the ER, I "liberated" a neonatal oral airway because it's was cute. Besides that would never be used on a baby but on a cat, maybe.A kitty-sized CPAP mask--too funny!!
I am all for licking the plate.I think it was something about that generation . . . the sloppier the meal, the more they loved it!
The funny thing about my father was that he was very cultured, highly educated, etc., and he could eat at the finest restaurants, with the manners of a perfect gentleman. Yet, he always preferred to just relax at his own kitchen table, and look forward to the various stews, soups, chowders, and other kinds of beef and gravy dishes that my mother used to cook. Sometimes (at home) he'd even lick the plate! He told my mother that he was extending the supreme compliment to her cooking!!
Well, we know one did!He did the best he could to provide for all of you, with the money he had to spend. That's what matters, and I'm sure all four of you turned out fine.
Jinx, I owe you a Coke.We know for sure one did.
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