Random thoughts while housecleaning...
I mean,.... isn't a whistle full of spit and slobbericity? Isn't it a little like saying "clean as a spitoon"?
When you come to a fork in the road ... Take it. - (Yogi Berra)
Sure sweetie. Whatever you say. (Please don't be mad at me for publishing your cuteness for the world to see).
FACT #2: Kids, when left to their own devices, will come up with the grossest-looking yet yummy sandwiches.
RESEARCH DATA: When I asked Step-Son what he wanted for lunch, he very proudly said he'd take care of his own lunch today. Fine by me, I replied, fully intending to help. What would you like for me to take out for you? Nothing, he said. He knows where everything is. So I went downstairs to the office to check my email. When I returned, I found this:
This comb-like thingie is attached to a string-like thingie which is attached to the inside of the pocket of Step Son's surf shorts.
Anyone who can identify it wins a raspberry Pop-Tart, which I will eat in your honour.
Thank you in advance for solving this pain in the ass mystery.
and
Okay, not the dude, but copies of his music.
For 75 minutes, I listened to spanish guitar performed exquisitely by this man and actually drifted to sleep during the procedure. I shit you not. Well, not a deep, deeeeeeeep slumber of course, but a definite snooze.
Steve, Govi.... I love you both. No really, I do.