OK report for the day today . I am working on making sweet 16 and confirmation invitations . I am also waiting for DH car .
. And well then we have bowling and of cause the regular after school craziness .
So Janet good luck on the perm. I hope it is all that you want . I did really think of doing it again but then I got
. And now my Sister is getting married so I need to wait to do anything drastic till Sept. The only hopping I do at WDW is from one park to the other . We really don't spend too much time at the pool . This year we are going to try to do two water parks instead of spending one day at the pool.
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DS is so proud of his score . He is only 6 and got a 300 on the WII Bowling . I am lucky if I can get a 200 . It is amazing . I am happy we got the WII he is really moving around while playing and that is always a good thing.
Ok off to start working be back later .
aww, sweet 16
; wonder if my DS will go for that next year...naw! Oldest DSs assistant coach just had a (sp) Quincinterra? party for his daughter (15 i think?). He said it was akin to a mini-wedding in scope/cost
. Never heard of them before, Mexican tradition?
We are losing to A CAT people. A recently adopted, hides in the dryer, CAT. I knew there was something screwy about this whole basketball thing. 
go ahead & laugh, she's taking her winnings & going on vacation
A supposed true story...cat lover's or not, this is a riot...
"We've all had trouble with our animals, but I don't think anyone can top this one:
Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I'm lying. On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day.. By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head.
The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.
Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.
Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it." "You
know where the button is," I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam. "Reset it yourself!"
But I'm scared!" she persisted. "What if it starts going and sucks me in?" There was a meaningful pause and then, "C'mon, it'll only take you a second.
So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly. Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing.
It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn't the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs.
She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink. And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.
I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly
rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of kitten hanging
from my masculine region.
Wild animals are sometimes faced with a "fight or flight" syndrome.
Men, in this predicament, choose only the "flight" option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent. The impact knocked me out cold.
When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor buck naked in front of a group of "been-there, done-that" paramedics.
Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter... and not succeeding.
Somehow I lived through it all.
A few days later I finally made it back in to the office, where colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me about my head injury. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk about, which it was.
"What's the matter?" They all asked, "Cat got your tongue?"
If they only knew!
Why is it that only the women laugh at this?"
(sorry guys!)
'duties call' ya know.... (I know...priorities 
but he goes since JANUARY like this and I am suppose to be all 
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We didn't have any problems getting the generics that we bought in June, refilled in Dec. Just not sure if they're still good this year.would they still know ?? Really don't we give that dam mouse enough just for the joy of staying there
; couple hundred $ fine as i recall
Oh well...I was tryin'..... I told ya's I didn't know what I was doin 
