Okay, this is just flat out cool.
Seriously.
Told ya.
We’re thinking about canceling cable…
Do you know what we did for entertainment before we got cats? No, neither do we.
Why you should never raise a smart ass…
I’m a bit of a smart ass. Don’t believe me? Try me, by far my favorite game ever and so much my sort of game that soon to be family predicted my winning streak before I had any idea that such a game existed. Where did my Smart Assness come from. I’m sure it was in no way genetic, I certainly was not raised around any smart asses. If I was they would never have gotten this card.
Pretty good thank you 
When did I get this? I’ve no bloody idea. 10? 15? Somewhere in there. Regardless, I’ve kept it. Through all the mess and loss over the years I’ve kept it. I managed to loose an in-table sewing machine once. Seriously, I have no idea where it is. But, not this card. In 6 years .. oh yeah .. it’s coming out 
At least my friends aren’t smart asses.
Don't ask .. don't tell .. 'cos if you ask, I'll totally tell.
On second thought .. let’s just leave that one as an easter egg for those who already know what it’s about.
So *twiddles thumbs* On to something else…
AH! At least any smart ass interaction is limited to my parents/friends. Maybe.
Seven years ago, in August if I do recall, I dreaded my hair. Best thing I ever did. First time I ever truly liked my hair, though the bluegreen ball of fuzz that immediately preceded it was a close second. It was such a good idea that here I am seven years later with those very same, albeit a bit longer, dreads. Dreadlocks, however, are not the favored hair style of everyone. While I have a long list of people who would be disappointed should I ever cut them, I have an equally long list of folk offering to cut them as a curtsey.
For the record, if I ever did I would almost certainly turn around and grow them back. Unless I’m going bald, if you don’t like them pull for baldness. Balding dreads is not a good look on anyone. Kinda like a combover only sillier.
Anyway, the first words out of my Father’s mouth when he first saw them was “Dreadlocks? You know your grandmother is going to kill you.” She didn’t. But that Christmas I got this in my stocking.
A check with the express purpose of covering my haircut (I believe that my brother got one as well, but he was just shaggy) She even gave me a coupon. Of course, I never cashed it. I kept it. A memento. It’s one of my most cherished gifts from her. Certainly better than the Michigan State Football book.
And I’m not just being a smart ass.
