So Jenny and are sitting next to each other at our computers, listening to some lovely Cake, when she all of a sudden turns down the sound and listenes... "What is that?" I ask. She jumps up from her chair: "The ice cream man
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*ahem* If you have it set up to send you an email everytime you get a comment... my apologies as that last comment (which I deleted) was from me--the uber-private journal name, though. OOPS! =)
Anyway, if you didn't get the email with the comment... basically I said the ice cream man needs to visit my neighborhood as I would love that and haven't seen/heard him in a long time.
Also, is that you in your icon? Sporting lovely 80s wear? ;)
And I remembered something else... how did you two meet? (You and Dev, I mean.)
Well over a year ago, Jenny is gonna look it up now. :) I already visited her last year his time, which was supecool and resulted in the Backyard Fairies photo story. You've seen that, right?
Of course, my immediat thought was, "Oh! It's the Ice Cream! Wait, Ice Cream Man!" I told Moss the full version of that night the other day. He was amused, but also v. glad that you're still my friend.
Re: Ice cream and dog poop.caitriona80March 19 2003, 17:50:05 UTC
Okay, let me show you the problem using a conversation I had with somebody else:
Somebody Else: "Yeah, I know. I usually pick up two plastic bags full of dog poop a week from our backyard. Eww!" Me: "Yeah. And now imagine your backyard if you hadn't picked up any poop, ever."
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Anyway, if you didn't get the email with the comment... basically I said the ice cream man needs to visit my neighborhood as I would love that and haven't seen/heard him in a long time.
Also, is that you in your icon? Sporting lovely 80s wear? ;)
And I remembered something else... how did you two meet? (You and Dev, I mean.)
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Personally, I just step around the alleged poop. (Unless it's unavoidable, which indicates another problem entirely.)
This entry gave me a sense of deja vu. But that's okay, I like French phenomena.
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Somebody Else: "Yeah, I know. I usually pick up two plastic bags full of dog poop a week from our backyard. Eww!"
Me: "Yeah. And now imagine your backyard if you hadn't picked up any poop, ever."
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