Some of these are just slaying me as tombstone carvings.
Sidenote: my dad, when teaching us to drive and warning us against assuming other cars would respect our right-of-way, used to DRILL into our heads that "they could write it on your tombstone: I HAD THE RIGHT OF WAY."
I think that would make an awesome tombstone. I begged H to make that happen, but I don't think he will.
HE STARTS ON THURSDAY! HE FINALLY, ACTUALLY HAS A JOB AND WILL BE MAKING MONEY! (Obviously in regards to H, everything checked out and he got the call yesterday about starting tomorrow at the new job.
it was 'YAY! She'll have a friend now in Fuzzball.' all kinds of LOLZ about that being on my headstone
DS1's afterschool provider's cat went missing last spring. They searched and searched and finally assumed that something bad happened. They adopted a new cat last month (Fuzzball), and got a call today from the animal shelter that someone brought their old cat in. So, happy cat reunion
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."