I've been s#itting my pants over Series study time. When it's all over, said and done, I'll frass about last weekend. Prolly after Turkey Day. Some highlights:
My diet
My last time taking my clothes off on stage.
The old lady who was nearly walker bound walking past me saying conspiratorially: "Nice buns"
Knocking Dorajar on her a$$ demonstrating how she takes over the bed in her sleep. This will mark the 2nd time in the last 12 months I've taken someone out in a nice restaurant. This is why I can't have nice things.
There's more, I'm sure...but I'm still in freak out mode. And getting my house ready for company mode.
Ugh.
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BTW Lil' Brother,
The mother of your future niece/nephew and I will be there a bit before 11. We have to leave in the early afternoon so we thought we'd show up earlier and help get ready.
There will be none of the traditional Czech garlic potato soup this year, however.
Biggs
So I am kinda jealous that RSVP uses Biggs--my favorite line from Star Wars is during the death star scene where Luke yells, "Blast it Biggs where are you?"
I'm a geek.
Although I don't believe it actually pre-date Star Wars, MadDog used it prior to his awareness of the movie.
I was (still am, actually) his big brother, and that somehow got turned into "Biggie" which got shortened by me to "Biggs" (due to, of course, the movie.)
And I think it's freaking cool.
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