My 25th high school reunion was not a bit throw-uppy. Also, as it turns out, I’m a party animal.
And by throw-uppy, I’m talking about that awful dread we typically experience at the mere thought of attending these kinds of things, the kind that
And by throw-uppy, I’m talking about that awful dread we typically experience at the mere thought of attending these kinds of things, the kind that
As I was wasting time working diligently on conjuring up a blog post, I opened up my Google Reader and saw that Kearsie over at
I have a project in mind. ((whoosh)) That was the sound of Nate sprinting out the front door. He’s still working on the last project