Near the end of the movie, Anna wandered downstairs and I never gave it a second thought. At least not until the part where Jeannie sits in the police station and eloquently suggests to Charlie Sheen, "Why don't you stick your thumb up your butt?"
Anna: "What does that mean?"If you didn't catch it already, here's a link to a recent post I shared compiling all of the many ways I've dissected Ferris Bueller's Day Off over the years:
Me: "Don't worry about it."
I borrowed my father-in-law's power washer today and cleaned the siding on our house -- mainly the east side where a healthy dose of green algae was there from before we moved in last fall.
For those of you with power washers, or those of you who plan to ever use one, might I make a humble suggestion: do not attempt to spray an ant off your bare leg with a power washer.
Not the smartest thing I've ever done in my life. In my defense, I'm used to using our regular garden hose to spray off my feet after working in the yard. It was a gut reaction that I obviously regretted less than a second after I had made it.
I'm thinking about suing my father-in-law.
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On his way to help out at the Special Olympics in Bloomington, my brother was in town for the night which gave us a chance to catch up a bit. And by "catch up", I mean "sit in the basement and tell each other about music the other person should be listening to but currently is not."
My wife has always called this sibling interaction "looking up music" ... as in, "I'll sit up here and watch TV while you guys go downstairs and look up music."
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Remember those G.I. Joe figures I picked up a few weeks ago for $1.50?
Both sold on eBay today -- one for $15.50 and the other for $29.00.
Not bad. Especially considering all of the accessories from that same bag still need to sell and will likely bring in about $20-30 on their own.
Not bad at all.