rofl, Preserver, what I hate is when you get a really good song and then they throw in a couple horrible lyrics. Like "Jar of Hearts" 'you're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul'. Really? lol And then there's that song with Emenem (SP!! lol) and Rhianna (I think) when he says something along the lines of "I guess that's why they call it window pane." What?
Caenis, I only really use the Vivid Vanilla and Cherry Crush flavors. They also have menthol and regular. I broke down and tried the regular and it's actually pretty okay. But the menthol is horrible and I'm a menthol smoker.
ColdCrisis, I told my son where you lived and how much gas is and he's like "Well, Germany's not that big, at least he can pretty much walk wherever he needs to go or take public transportation.... their cities are like New York, I think." I once took a train to Berlin so that's all I know about Germany. I'm pretty sure my son is VERY wrong though lol.
I have walked roughly 13,857 steps so far today. That's little over 6 miles. I am BEAT! I got 6 loads of laundry done and I walked 3 laps around the field with the dogs (which is the 3,857 part). But half way through the second lap, a dog came running at us, under the fence from our rear neighbors house. Snuffanuff got right out of his collar. I went to the neighbor and we ended up talking for 30 minutes while the dogs played. But Meesha had disappeared. After we talked, I came home to see if Meesha found her way back and sure enough, she was with my son. He asked what I was talking to the neighbor about for so long and he told me Meesha was acting weird when she got home. She was pacing and whining, on my son, on the back of the couch lol. When we took our last lap, I had to excitedly call her her every few feet because she didn't want to approach the neighbors yard. I guess Mackenzie REALLY freaked her out lol.
My rant: A few articles of clothes aren't dry yet and there's not much of a wind, but I'm still going to leave them on the lone. Also, I don't know my neighbors name. She runs the Pawn Shop down the road for us but if I've ever known her name, I've forgotten it. I always feel like an ass when I forget names and I'm too embarrassed to ask. Then we talk about kids getting into trouble and her hubby's poor health and her kids' problems and I feel like an even bigger ass.
My shins and feet hurt on top of it all 
And Snuffanuff is whining.
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