Oops.

“Ok, honey. Turn to the left and give it a little gas. No… not that much gas! The pool! Watch out for the pool!”

Or: Hawaiian neighbor-meeting customs, #412.

(And Dad, yes, that’s in “A 412? What’s a 412??”)

Dad
7/2/2004

“Is that one of them new 45 caliber sa-words?”
“That’s about the size of it.”
“Har, har, har! You slay me.”
That’s what I came to talk to you about.”

Kim
7/2/2004

WHATS A 412!

czeltic girl
7/6/2004

A 412. (Just pretend they spelled “maiden” correctly. It’ll be far less frustrating to read.)

(And Kim, thanks for setting up the straightline for it, even though you had no idea you were doing it. Heh.)

Czeltic Girl