Steve comes home tonite. Hooray, this makes me happy. Now we'll have three weeks of me driving him around, bent on his every whim in every spare moment of my time when I'm not working. Happy. Oo, and he can play guitar and piano and show me how much better he is at them. Yea. And then he can beat me at hearts, cribbage, five card poker, texas hold 'em, running, jumping, hiking, camping, basketball, bowling, golf, speed, swimming, scum, halo, halo2, and knowing what elements chrome is made out of. Sweeeet.
Somehow, steve, it has never bothered me that you're better then me at...at...ahem, EVERYTHING. This is gonna be a killer three weeks. :)
(if you look closely, that is drool pooling on the carpet below stevo's lip)
1 comment:
wonderful picture. your time has come. i will get my revenge. you know what i mean. look to the east on the morning of the fifth day. there you will find a hideous green man.
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