All right. I know you're dying to tell me what you're doing this weekend for Labor Day. And you know it too.
So go on. Tell me already.
(And make it snappy! I don't have all day!)
fresh-baked at 12:22 PMI'll assume the position, pant heavily, scream in pain, and PUUUUUUUSH.
Or maybe I'll wait for his 16th birthday party.
Offered by: melly on September 1, 2002 1:03 AMWe will be bottling my home-brewed beer! :-)
Offered by: Christine on August 31, 2002 5:27 AMAaron's a stalker?
Offered by: Don on August 31, 2002 3:19 AMI'll be at home contemplating the significance of this.
These signs are posted all along the Washington D.C. beltway. I never know if they are a warning, a heads-up for thrill seekers, or a complete capitulation in the "War on Drugs". I always imagine the little biker on the sign saying, "Wheeeeeeeeee!"
I was there recently on my way to and from a vacation in Williamsburg, Virginia, where they have the most pancake and waffle houses per capita of any city in America.
Offered by: tim on August 30, 2002 6:12 PMUnlike (apparently) everyone else, I have classes on Monday. So I'll be spending my weekend doing homework, looking for a campus job, and attempting to get ahead in math class so I don't die. Oh, and I have a chorus callback on Sunday night. And I was invited to some sort of geek party so I might be doing that, assuming the invitation is still extended.
Offered by: Elise on August 30, 2002 3:27 PMWell, I was going to have a fabulous weekend with my secret lover (that's what we are!), but now that I've found that she's married -- to a man, no less -- I'm going to take my Pop-Tarts to Kelly's house.
Memo to self: Do not go to work Monday morning. No one will be there.
Offered by: zuly on August 30, 2002 3:25 PMI'm doing nothing. Nuttthiinnnnnng.
Are we to believe that Jodi and Aaron have been married behind our backs? What kind of bullshit is THAT? I should at least have a tacky dress and satin shoes dyed to match, for God's sake.
Jodi, you'd better contact me and explain this.
Offered by: Kelly on August 30, 2002 3:14 PMSelf gratification in the form of mounds of plastic toys.
My son and I are playing Legos you sickos!
Offered by: Lycia on August 30, 2002 3:08 PMCould someone please explain this.
Offered by: Mad Genius on August 30, 2002 2:28 PMAbsolutely nothing and enjoying every minute! I hate going places on holidays, its always so busy, and everyone seems to be more rude than ever, so its just not worth the hassle of fighting the crowds. Im just going to stay in bed with my boyfriend, and sleep the day away...:)
Offered by: Amanda on August 30, 2002 2:03 PMJust so you know, a whole afterwards is roughly a week and a half.
Offered by: Thomas on August 30, 2002 1:57 PMVacation. I'll be gone a whole afterwards. No bjorning or bloggoing.
Aaron, please don't cry... You'll be the smart boy while I'm gone. You take good care of Ms. Jodi. That's a big responsibility! You gotta make sure she stays well punned til' I get back, OK?
Take care everyone!
Offered by: Thomas on August 30, 2002 1:56 PM(and no, Pete's not my neighbor.)
Offered by: aaron on August 30, 2002 1:43 PMI'm going to be secretly videotaping my neighbors, and trying to break the Guiness Book record for most consecutive stalks of celery eaten. (with peanut butter)
Offered by: aaron on August 30, 2002 1:42 PMSaturday
- Eat.
- Sleep.
- Be fabulous.
- Eat.
- Sleep.
- Be fabulous.
- Eat.
- Sleep.
- Be fabulous.
i am rearranging and putting away all my books. i am so excited i could wet myself. really, i'm not being sarcastic at all.
Offered by: the other jodi on August 30, 2002 12:25 PM
