What. The. Hell. #smarties #newpackaging https://t.co/1GgtSNKDbC
My brain is aware that «à le» & «de le» contract to «au» & «du», respectively. It just doesn't realize it until after I've said it wrong.
The baby can now climb anything regardless of barrier. So if he's going to kill himself, I just ask that he not raise my insurance premiums.
Wanted: shoes with retractable Lego studs on bottom. Walk around, pick up bricks, raise foot over bin, retract to drop pieces. #pleaseinvent
And with my patented Christmas Cookie Diet, you too can lose this much weight over the holidays! https://t.co/BmnNghDrjU
Boxing Day "sunrise" at 11:45 in Golden Horn, Yukon. #sweepingthechimney https://t.co/JFpUefeqL9
Santa has already come and gone. No cookies though, so the jolly old elf snacked upon cheeseburger chips. Yuck. MX! https://t.co/fU0yBrqGEv
What's a Yukon Solstice like? Let's put it this way: the outdoor Christmas lights are programmed to turn on at 3:30pm.
Finally restored my replacement iPhone after the original bricked itself. Thanks to @meadiasolutions for the quick diagnosis and turnaround.
Who wins between an irresistible force (mom) and an immovable object (toddler)? Dunno, but the loser is dad who doesn't get to sleep in.
It's a real Thomas Kinkade winter evening in the Yukon. But, you know, without the kitsch.
This box of cookies says "Yum" on the side. I expected an asterisk: "the manufacturer makes no guarantee of a pleasurable eating experience"