Well I have a few long-necked giraffe mysteries in my life right now that I need some help solving?
Do you mind?
1. Who did the dishes last night?
2. What is the "Event"?
My son brought a form home from basketball tryouts a few days ago that he keeps bugging me to sign. He says he's one of three lucky players to receive this special form, but he has no idea what it's for.
Alls I know is that I have to pay $40 to a guy named Hammer, and then wave all liability by signing my name in blood on the dotted line.
In fine print below my bloody signature it reads:
I understand that participation in what will hereafter be referred to as the "Event" involves potential strenuous activity and may cause bodily and emotional injury to others or myself.
Ummm . . . why would I pay someone $40 to cause bodily and emotional injury to my son when I can do that myself fer free?
3. How did Brooklyn-born Gary move up 3,000 votes in less than an hour? (hee hee ha ha ho ho hee hee ha ha ho ho) Fer reeeeeeeeeals? I mean one minute he's choking on my dust and the next minute I'm coughing up his fur balls.
How does one conjur up that kinda votage in a matter of minutes? Unless . . .
Isn't Jackie Robinson buried in Brooklyn? Remember that time I prayed to Jackie Robinson and he pulled some strings with the Universe on my behalf?
Maybe he's doing that for Gary now.
Can you see why it's not over until it's over, peeps? No rest for the weary for 2 more dayz.
So today and tomorrow I'm giving away scrapbook stuff. Premade pages--custom made and generously donated by my very own SIL. Today I will give away the 8x10 pages and tomorrow I will give away 12x12 pages.
Here's a preview of the 8x10 prize:
You know the rules, right?
Look to it then, peeps! Look to it.