The day is officially over, and tomorrow most of us go back to our daily grind. So how was your day? Did you do anything fun or different? Let us know! We really do want to hear about it! We spent the day at Jammin's house. We had an easy cookout, had a good time chatting, and had some fun. Mr. J. and I took a ride through the woods on a couple of his 4-wheelers, and saw some beautiful sights.
Then, I witnessed a miracle! I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it staged with my own two eyes! (No, I'm not poking him with a stick - it's just a branch that was in the way.)
After such a mystifying experience, we celebrated with much merriment and jubilation:
We had a great day - so, hows about you? What did you do? Relive the day by sharing with us! Or, if it was a bad day for you, let us know, and we'll be sure to sympathize with you. No, really! It's true!
Monday, September 03, 2007
How Was Your Labor Day?
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wow. swamps. trolls. miracles. divining rods. you guys should look into rehab. let me know, i'll join you.
I've tried rehab many times, and now they just keep making up excuses on why they can't let me in. "We're just too full", "Oh, look, you're cured already just by showing up here! Seeya!", "Look! It's Superman! (SLAM)", "We don't have a long-sleeve dinner jacket in your size - come back next year." For some strange reason, I get the feeling that they don't want me any more. Oh, well. I keep trying. If I get in, I'll let them know I've got a friend that wants to come along. Maybe I'll get a referral fee...
actually...that is the only reason that i "hang out" with graybeard....rehab doesnt want him anymore and they send a big, fat check to me for babysitting the freak....
Don't let Jammin fool you. Not only is he the president of the Straightjacket Society for Bipeds, he's also an admittee. Heck, his "dinner coat" is made from the finest (yet strongest) cashmere, lined with gold trim and completed with titanium buckles. That's why I've been trying to get back in. I want that *#&%@ jacket! You promised I'd get one, and I want it! I deserve it! It's just not fair!!
Oh, and his "check" comes from the "Polly Pocket maxed-out credit card designer purse collection", complete with false blogger id kit, rubber checks, and plastic "in case of emergency" 357. Black Market discount card not included.
Holy cow, you guys are still nuts. -Trish
WE'RE BACK BABY! BETTER THAN EVER!
Crazy as bedbugs - that's just something you can't get rid of. Why are bedbugs crazy anyway? I've never seen one, and I just can't imagine that there are little insects out there with little Jammin faces running around on peoples' beds swinging lassos, wearing hard hats and chaps, singing "Macho Macho Man"! But if the scientists say it's true, it must be right. Just like they must be right about those bugs being 593 million years old...
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