Great to see you again! Wow, hard to believe it's been six months already. Time sure flies between check-ups, don't you think?
For my husband and I, there is one seemingly harmless event that launches us into a passive aggressive battle of wills like no other. It happens only once or twice a year, but when it does, it causes palpable tension that leaves us both leafing through the yellow pages for a good attorney.
Upgraded Beatles lyrics 2.0 bring you such titles as "All You Need Is Like, Like Is All You Need".
So what makes my hands so badass? Man, where to begin... Even skin tone. Symmetrical nails. (And kickin' nailbeds!) No age spots, hair, or bulging veins. And despite me being nestled in my mid-40s, these suckers look like the hands of a 22-year-old.
I also realize it is not only skin deep. We are reading all sorts of ludicrous books on feminism that we may never have picked up 15 years ago (for me, it's Fear of Flying.. I'm not knocking Ms. Jong, but I would not have appreciated it in my 30s). We are determining our identities and one step further and more subconsciously, our legacies.
Lately I've been seeing a lot of articles on this subject, and I am amazed that anyone at all feels the need to itemize, explain, elucidate and otherwise point out how rich people are different from people who are not rich. For one thing, and it seems rather obvious, rich people have more money.
Lloyd did you sign this? It looks like Blankfoon. No..well..yeah. Yes Lloyd it is a lot of money that's why I don't want to have a problem cashing it. Well cut another one I'm gonna be talking for at least five minutes.
In their collective wisdom, the 18th century framers of the U.S. Constitution saw fit to invent a system of government which would eventually require that the United States of America be chopped up into 435 little pieces.