“He snapped his Achilles tendon playing softball.” Kurt said.
“Going to start teasing him about his age? Call him…oh who was that?…Not Hercules.”
Kurt raised his eyebrow, “Achilles.”
I buried my head in my hands knowing the torment about to come upon me.
“Who was the guy that died of Lou Gehrig’s disease?” He began.
Picture taken 8/7/2010.
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lou garets….smiles. yes, torment to come…lol. nice 55.
Yeah yeah, and who was buried in Grant’s tomb. I know I know.
Wow Erica….
You are befuddled aren’t you?
But at least you are back in the fold again.
And I for one LOVE having you back!!
Loved your 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Galen
I was. Occasionally I get my brain back though.
I’ve heard plenty of conversations like that. (I’m usually the one rolling their eyes) Nice 55!
Too funny. I love it when people mess up cliches and sayings. There should be a collection. Great 55. My 55 is HERE .
Really cute 55. But you gotta stop making it so easy.
Funny 55! Pregnancy brain says it all!
(55) Fifteen is far too young . . .
Hehe. Nicely done. Thanks for stopping by my blog
I totally giggled out loud at the last sentence. I LOLed in IRL