Yeah, I was thinking of something mean. "Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out" or "U.S. Army -- Mess with the best, die like the rest" -- something like that.
Because that will, you know, impress all the chicks I'm going to have to start getting in about 10 weeks.
Yeah, that's a good strategy too. I'm willing to believe that the Popeye Look is coming back -- just around the corner, baby, and I'll be riding the wave! Woo-hoo!
Mind -- No, I walk around nude all the time as it is.
That Glen Plaid came from Nordstrom's, baby. Top of the line. Fine Italian cut. The sweetest wool you ever laid yer mitts on. And it fell onto me like it was cut by chubby li'l angels who flew right down from the ceiling of Notre Dame just to size me.
WAW was down here an hour or so ago, "floating" (as it were) some "issues" to be discussed re: moving out. If that's okay with you.
No need to float, let's get on it! I've started inventorying yer stuff, so pick the furniture you want, and let's get this party started. I think this is going to be a great opportunity for you. Clean start, new life. The kids'll probably wind up treating it like an adventure -- two homes! How cool is that?
WAW: Does not compute, does not compute, does not compute.
*Sigh. I was just in that kind of mood. But I'm kind of pleased with myself, regardless, even if it was perhaps trending toward "he must not really care." Felt like my cojones were intact.
