the boats have all been stored
the leaves have all fallen
and now, we wait
thanks for readin'
Edited by splitter - 10/28/11 at 7:32pm
I just figure I'll resume playing volleyball in early February - jump a few times and attempt to spike the ball. Maybe that'll loosen things up . . . although, I'm playing now on a busted knee and with child. Hmmm . . . may need to rethink plan.
That is so radically cool! Your first? Look forward to huge change and totally new, totally intense, really strange, and absolutely normal emotions.
(You'd take a bullet for him or her, mark my words.)
Nolo's right -- it's way too fast. But there's a lot of fun to be had, and the ski stoke you miss this season will come back triple when it's time to put the little critter on skis.
This is NOT a recommendation but it IS a true story. When I was in what seemed like my 12th month, I took my dog for a walk down to the mailbox. It was icy underfoot, and gravity and my messed up center of mass got the best of me, and down I went. Somehow, my dog sensed immediately I was in danger and she positioned her body between me and the road. When I whumped down, I landed on her, not the rocks and ice. She wasn't a large dog, and she stayed put 'til I wallowed my way back to my feet. Several doggy kisses later, we tottered back up the driveway....and my daughter arrived two days later.
good tips on squeezin' him out early. yeah, it's apparently a dude.
my buddy had dibs on that date in the baby pool, does me no good. Besides, that sumbitch owes me a few beers any way.
I'm fine with keepin' him cookin' for just a little bit longer until we get closer to the real due date.
@tylr, yellow root beer sounds really terrible.
@sugarcube, what a cool dog story. Dakota is still trying to figure out what the hell is going on in the new baby room.
Congratulations! Looks like your season will have a definite starting point from now on.
I'd give you points, but I've used up my quotient.
The human race clearly has a large tolerance for survival.
So, to sum up, get in the pickup with some jambalaya and head up hill on the roughest road?
Just don't forget the beer. That's to get the wheels unstuck from the slush ice when you stop to admire the stars.
Sloany and Browny have a patent on the technique in Frisco, CO.
I'm still trying to decide if that's MacGyver-esque or Maxwell Smart-esque. Either way, it's worth +2 points.