Randomness

Justin: I feel I'm genetically superior, but having kids is like giving to the world, and I don't feel like I owe it anything.

Bye bye, Liz.

I'll miss your continual waves of perky enthusiasm.

I hear "Oh my God!" from the driver's seat. Instinctively I clutch James, bending to look out the front windshield.
"Is it real?" Liz shrieks, and we all stare blankly as we drive by.

Gas for $1.79/gallon.

Last night, Justin was coming to pick me up for the concert, but as he turned down my road, a girl in her BMW was coming towards him. He politely rolls down his window, informs the girl that Earle is a one-way street, and squirts her in the face with a watergun.
I feel a valuable lesson was learned.

I work at MoeJoe.
My life couldn't be any more perfect if I won the lottery.

Arty has this dog toy, and it's this two foot long, white, fuzzy, gingerbread man-like, soft, squeaky thing.
It's a baby-shaped chew toy.

Today in the library, this girl just started screaming that she was "going to murder everybody."
She got taken away in handcuffs.

Kate: I don't like watermelon. It's too watery.

I agree completely.

We watched breathlessly as Lucy jumped the six foot wooden fence. She began running full speed towards the children playing tetherball in the next yard. They began screaming and shrieking, "Run inside! Run inside!" Their stubby arms waved frantically as they quickly waddled about on their short, little legs.
I laughed so hard I snorted.

Jen is more engaging than an infomercial.

James still gives me butterflies.

I'm lining up to hit the 2. Nathan is saying something, trying to redirect my attention. One eye focused, I begin pulling back my stick. The smooth wood glides back and forth over my middle finger, ready to strike. Suddenly, a small boy catches my eye. He waddles to our table so I straighten up and smile narrowly. A strange look comes over him, and I open my mouth to say hello.
He grabs the 2 ball and runs away.