Or otherwise known as the Wolfe/Wise/Whitehouse discussion topic of the day. I actually got a message on the answering machine - there was lots of giggling and it wasn't exactly audible - but I heard "We figured it out......I'm Stan!" Apparently Megs must have had a job in college selling plastic vomit that I didn't know about. Ok, the question for this week is........
You first date EVER.........was he more of a
A. Duckie
B. Blane
C. Steff
I choose date because I think it would be more entertaining to see the answers from the Wolfe/Whitehouse/Wise women. Boyfriends tend to take more consideration. Picking those out takes a bit more thought than random first dates. As for me I think my first date was more a Duckie than anything else. Aaahhhhh, that poor boy. I think he actually liked me where I was just so excited to be on a "date". Te idea of it was much more exciting than the real thing...........the "relationship" (I think it was 4 dates) ended when I heard he was going to try to kiss me FOR REAL. Ugh. No way. It ended that afternoon. I was 15. I would like to move that number even higher for my girls......maybe 25?
So, what is it ladies? A Duckie, a Blane or a Steff?
Oh and I DID clean out the van yesterday - all the recycling is removed. I just have to jump in the back and get rid of the popsicle and clean out the cup holders so Ashley can resuming sleeping at night. It's so good to have all of you in my little blog world - I, seriously, would never have gotten it clean without your disgust and horror motivating me.
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