January 15, 2004
Familial Duty Beckons
It's time to celebrate my dad's birthday, and to drop off my official notice of completion of traffic school to the courthouse today.
I wish I could take you all with me! It'll be that heartwarming and special.
Then, there's the dinner with Dad.
Anyhow, so that you don't feel slighted in any way, shape, or form, here's your warm fuzzy for the early evening (or late afternoon - depending on time zone.) Painstakingly procured from the BC, I have in my grubby paws a photo of Butt Grumbles' son:
Update: The Chinese food was well-received and my dad loved the 4 CD set of Johnny Cash.
Y'know, I used to like cats, but I'm rapidly approaching the Acidman school of thought.
Where's my shotgun...
Happy Birthday to your Daddy!!! Enjoy dinner!
Somehow, I'm picturing Rob having the overwhelming need to cough up a few hairballs when he sees his "new" blog.
And to think, he used to love chasing pussies.
Sloop New Dawn
Oh my god. I thought I was hallucinating. That'll teach me to go a few days without stopping by...
I know I don't blog, so I shouldn't be critical,but I was hoping you all were going to do something clever or funny while the a-man was away.
oh well.............still a few days to go
Wes, you don't think suicide is funny? 'Cause that's what DaGoddess is committing ...
One thing I know and that's that guys who answer to "Rob" always get even.
I'm a no pet person because of allergies, but if I were into pets, that kitten picture is a winner.
Quinton's cute enough that I can imagine that at 10-years-old, he could still be as cute asleep. Pure innocence while asleep, all boy when awake.