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Ladies and gentlemen, I give you…Blue Steel!
Mary glued her hand to her goggles. Again.
If I were in charge of Sugar Mountain, I’d call this thing the Magic Carpet, not Shaikh Muhammad ibn Yahya al-Tadifi al-Hanbali’s Qala’id-al-Jawahir’s Prayer Rug. Marketing 101, people!
I couldn’t find a single barker, much less a colored balloon. They shall be hearing from my lawyers.
Steve Suave. Perfect form. Too bad 14 other people aged 40-44 had more perfect form.
Mary would have run faster, but she glued her chin to her chest. Again.
That’s me in the corner. That’s me at the stop light. Losing my religion age group.
Don’t cry, honey…the guys at Hair Club for Men said I’m still under warranty and they can probably fix this.
The not-that-elusive Piperus Maximus appears.
I hate myself.
Olivia had her ice skating Christmas Festivus Holiday recital today. Cold. So, so cold. I’m pretty sure that’s her in front.
A cold Piper is an unhappy Piper.
Next year I could be just as good…if you’ll check off my Christmas list…boo doo bee doo…
$120 for some grapes and Fruit Loops? Yeah, that’s about right.
Sure, it’s all hugs and kisses for the photo, then bam, Kryptonite Krunch after I snap the shot.