So, here goes...
-no matter how long I live here, I'll never get used to springtime roadkill; and I'll continue to believe that they're just sleeping.
-Dear Rolling Stone,
Thank you. Thank you so much!
-I think I wanna move into an assisted living facility. But I don't wanna wait until I'm 75. I wanna go, like now. Dude, they have Bingo!
-I love the show LOST, but sometimes I get distracted by John Locke's boobs.
-Damn, you, Parenthood. You make me laugh and then cry, only to make me laugh again. But, I always end up crying a little bit more.
-Hmmm never noticed that cute dad picking up at school before
-I don't care if you say I tweet too much. I'm gonna keep on tweetin' (follow me @TheRealDaniG)
-It's been such a pleasure to go into restaurants in the past week and not come out smelling like an ash tray (no-smoking in restaurants law just went into effect in Michigan). But (or butt), I am worried that people will smoke in their cars more and then throw their butts out the window.
-I'd like to formally nominate the guy down the street for D-Bag of the year award. He wears all black ALL the time, slicks back his hair (or what remains of it) and just bought a Bentley. In this economy. In Detroit. Wait, nevermind. No nomination necessary. We have a winner.
-Best text of the week came from my friend Becca: "I don't know if you planned anything for dinner tonight, but I am making a pot of turkey chili if you want to swing by and pick up some dinner for you guys." I barely finished reading the text before I arrived at her door!