Visceraman1 - Joshua Lopez

Im guessing he isnt obsessing over a visit when he is on the "verge" of having his life completely over, as my husband described it once.

Is that how I described it? I think I'm being set up here.

It's not that we don't like Jews and Mexicans, it's that it's only family. With a couple of parents who hate eachother to death, I didn't want to possibly put any friends in the cross fire. To be honest I kind of want the wedding to just be over with, the stress of what my mom and dad might say to each other is to much to handle. Either way we would like another invite after the wedding if it's not to late. The Lopez family might have given up on us. However it was Jeri who kept pushing the dates back, twice might I add. We are only going to San Diego, I don't have to time or the cash for a San Francisco trip. Oh and thanks for reminding me about San Francisco, you have planted a seed in my head, and by the end of the year I will have a trip for San Francisco planned. I will bring you both back rainbow flags. I would like to see Machine Head go on tour, their last cd sucked but I still love them.

Oh and I forgot to add this. Jeri the next time you are planning to paint, you should let Joshua and I drink a fuck load(meaning alot) of beer and we could take the hassel of trying to paint by yourself away. We could also knock out the wall of you foyer and make it a large dining room. The room expansion would take at least 24 hours of beer drinking and planning before we started that project though. Let me know what you think Jeri, because I can take days off next week for these events.

Fuck I didn't mean to post that one 3 times. I'm so fucking stupid and I hate myself.

I do not recall not inviting you to our wedding ... I could have sworn you were at the smoker, remember the Tina & Teri twins (well, quads?)

Joshua I am disappointed. You obviously told Doodle the story passed from father to son, generation after generation, about life as a caterpillar being over after the metamorphosis of marriage turns us into butterflies.

Shit. Was that a secret? Dammit. Well, it's too late now, my pool game has gone to complete shit, although that's for the better.

Ah yes, Tina and Teri. Jesus. I remember them sitting on the keg to catch their breath and effectively ending the party.

Will, I'll take care of the repostings on this end. Jeri might call it your wedding present, but it's not.

Sadly, Jeri had to endure my drunken painting when we lived downtown. That's the reason I wasn't allowed near paint for quite some time. It was also when we learned that primer is a good thing, and leads to a less faux finish appearance to the paintjob.

Well, at least she does not know the male dryer lint filter secret.

Nor does she suspect that we know what drives p.m.s. and how to alleviate cramping.

Mu husband is to stay away from my washing machine. I paid for it, it is MINE.

Yes, yes. But, for the record, I had purchased the first washer & dryer. When we moved into the Highland joint there was no room for it. I remember with great clarity, certain *Rusty* claiming, "Leave it in the carpot, I'll let you put it in the shed in a couple days. No, don't worry, It'll be just fine out there."

Famous last words eh? Now, who the fuck has the balls to load up a washer & dryer and make off with them?

It was Nancy Karagin!

That fucking whore.

I bet she pulled her little "ooh I hurt my knee" act, and got *Rusty* to load up the goods. Wait...on second though *Rusty's* limbs would have fallen off at the joint had she done that.