I have to lodge a complaint here.
You know, I take time out of my hectic weekend to nip across the Atlantic, trek through weird countryside to this doucheville PA place and take a picture of cray's ground-breaking home-alone weekend. Then I schlep across the frigging desert so that Del can help me spiffy it up, which takes hours and bloody hours, requiring the opening of all sorts of photobucket and j-peggy things before I could finally post it here. But I thought, 'hey, it's for cray', he'll love it. It was such an auspicious occasion that it needed to be memorialized, right? Or at very least provide the crayolas with future blackmail material. (Mom! See what dad did!)
And what do I get for it?
Nada! Nada! Nada!
Not even a bloody
! Which would, at least, attest to his eloquence if nothing else.
Such
ignorance is hurtful. Hurt. Full!
Consider this the mother of all founces!
I'll be back tomorrow.