A late attempt by mom to speak now or forever hold her peace.
(submitted by anonymous)
Mom wasn’t convinced that taking a pic in a cornfield was corny enough.
(submitted by Amanda)
I was a big Yankee fan growing up and when my Dad bought tickets to take me to my first game, I was so excited. I couldn’t wait to go to Yankee Stadium, eat a hot-dog, and maybe catch a foul ball (I, of course, brought a mitt just in case). And in the fifth inning, I couldn’t believe it when a foul ball was actually headed our way. I stood up, raised my glove into the air…and was knocked to the ground by another fan who jumped on top of me to catch the ball. The other fan was my Dad…
awkward.
(submitted by Dan)
Because when in Mexico, everyone wants a zonkey ride.
(submitted by Carol)
The Thanksgiving Letter
Eye Contact (back by popular demand)
LOL Cats
SNS: Me Tarzan, You Jane
Size Doesn’t Matter
