Belize? You’re Shitting Me.

I’m not a big fan of posting stories from my childhood, but I was reminded recently of this one time I tried to outsmart my mom when she was putting me to bed. I’d gotten in the habit of chewing gum before bed, and she’d always make me spit it out, telling me I’d choke. Well, this one time, when she came into my room, I took the gum out of my mouth . . . and put it in my bedshirt. She kissed me good night and left. And I promptly fell asleep. You know the rest.

In other news, it’s mini-Meetup time here in Atlanta, where we’re visiting Michelle’s sister. On the way up, we stopped and had lunch with Mark and his awesome and tall wife in Macon. And tomorrow, if the “fates” allow, we’re meeting CW and his wife for dinner. Hilarity will ensue. Likely before we show up.

This post was brought to you by Woodchuck Granny Smith Apple Cider. 

1. So how was Flightplan?  I heard it sucked.

   Posted by rob  on  09/02  at  07:54 PM

2. whenever i see woodchuck cider i think of you....
   and making you drink lots and lots of it during a friendly game of quarters.
   ahh memories.

   Posted by  on  09/07  at  11:35 AM
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