NumberCruncher

of course. that's what our relationship was based on.

my panties are pink today. but i have no one to drive me to your shop. maybe tomorrow.

unless there's blood or vomit on them, i agree.

my soul mate. wanna hold hands? quietly, in the corner?

i hate chick fil a. to the point that it may cause problems with one of my friendships. and i tend to not talk to cashiers or drive thru workers. i'll yell into the clowns mouth or whatever. but i don't talk to the people at the window. the zaxby's voice cracks me up. they remind me of which store i drove up to, in case i forgot, so i won't get lost when i leave. thoughtful.

i managed to pop another stitch on saturday night. pretty entertaining.

oh good grief.

do anything cool this weekend? the weather was great.

i sounded crappy. you need to secure your home. god forbid they decide to come in while you're asleep. and yes, file a police report. mention every instance.

sounds like it's not real hard to 'break in' to your house. what would i do? fix that.

i have no idea how to be sarcastic. or passive aggressive

crap. you want nice? fine. i can fake it. i'm all out of honesty for the evening.

i don't like most of those people.

i'm just pickin at ya cause i know you can take it. and...it gives you a chance to put a positive spin on scouting and get your message out there. frienemies!

well. sailor moon was kinda hot.

yikes! what kinds of adults are you trying to attract to mentor impressionable young boys?

i don't like that whole big eyed, blue haired thig. creeps me out.

so, my lil mermaid stash is ok?

what? i'm hiring you as the 'entertainment'

how old are boy scouts? dateable? or is that eagle scouts? off to google. and buy a tent.

hells yeah!!!

last night we had meatballs, lil smokies, egg rolls, oreos, and chocolate icecream with brownie bits. i'm not allowed to be in charge of dinner. ever.again.

weddings stress me the hell out. i just wanna come to the bachlorette party.

ooh. 'spensive. maybe we should just have an in home spa day. with crap from the beauty supply store....

we do. ummm. next saturday? you'll hafta set it up.