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what do these two have in common? obviously they share dashing good looks and a similar tie collection, but there’s more: a birthday.now want to know why i am suddenly interested in the sunday ticket package? read here!
a friend invited me to visit new york with him in november. i happily agreed, but when i walked out to find snow this morning i immediately started to rethink it. i hate the cold, florida is starting to sound much better!
it’s september, why am i forced to worry about winter already? when pmk walked into the office yesterday wearing a coat i couldn’t help but snicker. damn my winter karma!
OUR ‘SINGLE’ COLUMNIST—by Micheal Yount
This marks the fourth straight issue that “The Dating Years” columnist Sarah Nielson has written about the same love interest — this mystery flyboy known only as Captain America. Now, it sounds like this fella is a decent enough guy, but I’m just about ready to put up a reward for the guy who can steal Sarah’s heart away from the Capt. I’m starting to get nervous that Sarah, SLC’s most eligible bachelorette, is on the verge of falling for this guy, moving to base housing and setting up shop, permanently. Now, that’s not very compelling singles coverage. C’mon boys, save Sarah.
Want to read what he’s talking about? Click here!
i’ve turned into one of those people. you know who i’m talking about–people who dress their pets. i didn’t mean for it to happen, it just sorta did. my sis-in-law, holli, gave daisy a shirt a few months ago. i packed it away somewhere and forgot about it, until today. daisy has nasty allergies and scratches her belly until it bleeds. DDDD-isgusting! so i slipped her yuppie shirt on before leaving the house, hoping for a protective layer to keep her from scratching her guts out. don’t worry, i flipped up her collar–my dog is a total frat brat!
ben went to have a nap at my house and called in complete and utter disgust. he thought i had gone completely mad, telling me i barely have time to dress myself in the morning, let alone a dog. (welcome to the world of over-sleepers.) i explained why daisy was in clothes. he agreed that it made sense, then told me there was no way in hell he was letting her out in a pink shirt. that’s fine, i understand the embarrassment. i explained he actually could take her shirt off, at that moment we realized how creepy that sounded. needless to say, i’ll be finding another remedy for her itchy belly.