Rock et al are back now, so the grampsanity is over. It is an anecdotal goldmine that will be missed:
2:00AM:
phone rings 4 times before I wake up ...
'Hello?'
'David, can you bring me a cookie?'
'What? Uhhhh, yeah, sure.'
'A pill got stuck at the bottom of my throat, and now it's dissolving, and it burns.'
posted by DJH at 8:02 a.m.
14 Comments:
it's better snorted.....um, uh, that's what chuck told me....
for awhile I didn't eat soup because it looked like vomit..liquid with bits of food floating around in it...but I eat it now cause I like vomit.
When i'm pregnant, i'm totally gonna milk your sweet, helpfulness. Oh boy, am i ever! Mwahaha!
Are you saying that Grandpa was pregnant?
that's not what he told me...
actually...I meant to tell you guys something....when I was gone for something I wasn't really at camp......and that wasn't a pill
sometimes I gross myself out
I check your blog for activity on an hourly basis, and everytime I do, I want a cookie.
Thanks.
Zuccini Man, your mind is a scary place.
Judah, you're suppose to hibernate in the winter, not summer....
or, are you bizarro Judah?
I already had dibs
i'm famous!
I hug anyone who gives me cookies.
Or VD
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