The ten year old’s story was that she wanted some swim goggles for when they went to the pool at camp, but I’m pretty sure it was just an elaborate ruse for her to maniacally snicker at the name of the store watermarked on the receipt.
Life is weird, man.
I knew this guy in theatre school (me in the grad program, him in undergrad), and he was a nice guy. We did a couple shows together in school, and he directed a play I was in after we graduated. I liked him, although we’ve had no further contact, and he’s done okay for himself. Did an episode of Buffy, got a recurring role on Gilmore Girls. Good stuff.
I knew he came from a big family out of St. Louis, but that’s really all I knew. Many years later, I exchanged some emails and pleasantries with a Cardinals blogger for a while (I was blogging about the Cubs at the time), and eventually found out that he was one of the older brothers of the guy I went to school with. Crazy.
The older brother friended me on Facebook, and while we don’t communicate anymore, I see things about his life in my feed every once in a while, and it’s kind of nice.
All of which is to say that this afternoon, I saw on my Facebook feed, the director of Guardians of the Galaxy posting the results of the Buzzfeed quiz he took about which Guardian of the Galaxy he would be (he was Drax). Because the guy I knew from blogging commented on it. Because they’re brothers, too.
Life is weird, man.
He thinks it was a great amount of time. He is happy to fix the damage to our condo (which I already fixed in January) sometimes in August. You know - two months after we move out.
Steve is very committed to ensuring that his red tape bureaucracy remains in tact.
Steve is someone else’s problem.
I would like to officially add that, in my humble opinion, the above referenced gentleman is welcome, at his leisure, to consume his fill of salty, chocolate frosted dicks.
I was driving, and there was a sign advertising “Brake Pads”.
Except I thought it said “Snake Rides”.
Guys, I was so scared.