I did quite a bit of driving yest looking at houses...finally broke 1000k on my z and rode my motorcycle a little too. :excited:

Morning, everyone :hello:

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morning!!!:hello:

what's crackin around here?

I'm on my 3rd cup of coffee :D coffee makes me happy

Coffee is life itself.

Gotta give me time to wake up. Pepsi not cutting it, might try a monster. :p

Cool with me. The only rule I've laid down for my wife is that she can do what ever she wants to the house, I don't care, just don't touch my garage. And Stephy knows better, I have he trained well. It's her mom that is the problem. So we'll have to figure out how to keep her out of your garage too, cause God knows she'll be over there trying to clean your side as well.

The other day I was fixing the track for one of the drawers in the kitchen, when you pull it out the back roller comes off the track sometimes and it gets kinda jammed up. So I took the drawer out, took the back screw out of the bad track and was in the process of adjusting it when I decided to go to the bathroom. While I'm in there I hear her come in the kitchen and start moving stuff. I come out and all my tools are gone. While I'm trying to figure out what happened she comes back from the garage and says "all your tools are on the floor in the garage. If I can't touch anything in your garage, you can't touch anything in my kitchen!". I considered reminding her that she is living in our house for free because I allow her to and that she doesn't own my fuckin kitchen, but then I thought better of it. I smiled, told her she was right and apologized, and went in the garage to put everything away.

2 minutes later I heard the drawer hit the ground and silverware falling on pots and pans, followed by screaming in Spanish. She comes flying into the garage demanding to know what I had done. I told her I was in the process of fixing the drawer that she had been complaining about for 2 weeks when she decided to be a bitch. She's like, alright I'll let you come in there and fix it. I started laughing at her, and told her nope, I'm not allowed in the kitchen anymore, so you can fix it yourself. That was two days ago. She was furious.

Me 1. Moni 0. Her move.


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:icon17: good call. Redbull is my friend when I'm feeling slow... :yum:

:icon17: that answered the question I had in my head about you having a mother in law from another country LOL cuz my uncle kinda has the same problem with my grandma except my grandma is way older and says everything (even bitchin) with a smile so it's hard to not be nice to her :p

Huckie, what are you?

Oooo~ would you go next door for me and take moar pics of those outfits?! :p

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Attachment 45249your wish :)

And what do you mean what am I?


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Ooo~ I would totally rock that polkadot/animal print/zebra print skirt!! :icon17: cute!

consider yourself raped :tiphat:

and by that I mean, are you hispanic? caucasian? asian? other...? :ugh: no racial

Wait... So, you wear the sexy clothes and I get raped? Not sure of the logic behind that, but I'm not gonna over think it.

I'm about as white as they come :) my mom was born in the country, I think my biological dad was too, not sure. The mo-in-law is from Colombia.

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