And now, for something completely different . . .
This makes me happy.
I’m not sure why.
The past, present, and future walk into a bar.
It was tense.
My husband has played in an Adult Sandlot Baseball League for two seasons, and a few days ago they played an evening game in a real baseball stadium.
Looks good, doesn’t he? And his team won by eight.
Janie took this photo—note the absence of my right thumb—because, naturally, it was my one late night this month at the library, so I missed the whole thing.
Tsk, tsk . . . To whom.
Spike heels, for reals:
What are the odds I could wear these for more than three minutes without twisting an ankle, snapping a calf muscle, or perforating something vital?
Yeah . . . that’s what I thought.
Fifty-one jokes in four minutes.
You have four minutes to spare, right?
The management is not responsible for any further time lost by viewing any (or all) of the vlogbrother’s joke marathons.
But try the nerd one next.