I think Blogger has been treating me worse than the asthmatic kid in gym class lately. I have a sneaking suspicion that it hasn't been reflecting my past few updates. Even the asthmatic kid eventually gets picked for kickball. But whatever.
I was cleaning off my camera, and found a few images I'd taken with the express purpose of sharing them here.
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My dogs prepared a surprise for me Monday while I was at work. I was not as enthusiastic about the end result as they were.
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The phrase "Hey, let's go back to my place and jam for a while! We'll get some beer on the way!" sounds like a good idea when the bartender announces last call. It seems decidedly less so in the harsh light of Sunday morning.
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If you're going to be in the bathroom messing with something for a half-hour, it might as well be your heavy brass ballcock.
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After hooking up your waterline to your new refrigerator, it's probably wise to examine the first few cycles from the ice maker instead of just blindly dropping them into your drink.
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When describing your excitement over a newly acquired twenty-four channel mixer, it is not considered socially acceptable to utter the phrase "If that thing had a vagina, I'd be fucking it RIGHT NOW!" People tend to look at you funny when you say things like that. But it is 277 knobs of raw sexy.
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Have a good weekend
14 August 2009
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That first shot looks awfully familiar to me.
After reading that first paragraph I guess I still don't understand your updates ?. I'll have to reread that email. I think the word thingy threw me off.
Not Nice Ice.
Whatever it was is fixed now-this baby showed right up.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but did that after hours jam session include an accordian? Because I personally love to rock out to Lady of Spain.
This one did show up.
And that first picture is why I hate dogs.
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