Posts Tagged Kelly
There are ‘just’ ideas, and there are ‘good’ ideas.
Mudpit in the long run-out of the Li’l Red Wagon race.
Good idea.
You’d think that, running the show that she does, she’d know better than to ask.
Just saying. I mean… You’ve seen what happens.
Dusty.
She’s a problem solver.
Of course, a lot of people who are problem solvers are also problem causers.
It all depends on which problem you want to discuss.
That’s a nice sized climbing wall, isn’t it?
I’d imagine you’d need two or three mats down there on the ground.
You didn’t suppose you were the only ones that noticed how strange the crowd at the Fest are, did you? Noooo… Durnell noticed.
When talking about giant six foot tall birds, who would forget to mention that their heads are a lovely bright blue?
Kelly, I guess.
So… we’re steering away from Wukilars for a while. I figure we’ve worn them out for now. But hey, second day of the ‘Fest! Something hadda go banana whip crazy, right?
Cassowaries. Crazy. Like if an Emu were imitated by Skynet in order to infiltrate the bird world to kill the Ostrich John Connor.
After camping out, there’s always something to complain about.
My back hurts. I can’t find my clean clothes. There’s toilet paper all over the tent. It’s not enough toilet paper to be useful, considering what I’ve been eating this weekend.
Fuss, fuss, fuss…
You nearly got a black and white cartoon today. I went back to play Boatball (think sandlot kayak polo) today, and gosh, loading up boats and gear, then driving a half hour to the lake where the game is, then playing the game til the sun starts to set and then packing away, driving home (and stopping off for dinner) eats up a lot of time I usually try to burn up making Hubris.
On the other hand, I’ll have some photos of boatball to show you guys at some point.
That may not be the ‘other hand’. It might just be part of the first hand.