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Some people really look different as they age. But Einstein looks exactly the same to me.

My husband is conflicted. Luka is his boyfriend, But he hates the Lakers.

I grew up with my mom doing the groceries once a week. My husband grew up being asked everyday what he wanted for breakfast and dinner. Since he does all the cooking, he goes everyday to different markets. (And yes, that may mean Costco). It used to irritate me, but after 20 years I'm used to it now.

One slightly over-toasted strawberry Pop-Tart.

Mark, my condolences to you and your family. Calling her the best mom is a beautiful tribute.

@George-K said in The ‘man did California authorities screw the pooch’ thread:

Why didn't the family come and get them?

Even to this day, when I see a red delicious she will pop into my mind. Not every time, but often enough.

I hope her kids are well.

A cuddly snuggle will do wonders. Glad Fin is feeling better.

I know 4 separate families whose homes have burned down. 3 in Pacific Palisades and 1 in Altadena. They are all desperately trying to find rentals, but not having any luck. I am about 35 miles south of Pacific Palisades, and even at that distance the fires seem huge.

I don't remember the game, but I remember those names. I have fond memories of watching football in my childhood. The game seems so different these days and I don't like watching football now.

That's a good picture.

Love watching Jean Pierre. The face and gestures he makes every time he eats something hot cracks me up.

I had no idea that this was originally meant for Bowie and Jagger. Honestly can't see how they would have made this better.

Only the garage has a code.
3 entry doors to the house are deadbolts using the same key.
There is an entry door to the garage that has needed to be replaced for years, but we have been too lazy to do so; that doesn't have a key, only an alarm.
2 barking dogs round out our security

I don't have high cuffed leather welders gloves like Renauda. But I do have a suede jacket, gardening gloves, and a fencing mask. It's not sexy, but it works.

But what is a girl?

One year I was in charge of my kids school's Halloween haunted house. I did it up as a haunted carnival/circus. Those valances and streamers/curtain things in pictures 1 and 2 remind me of how I did the entrances to my haunted carnival.

The Biden's, of course, are a lot prettier.

In the great words of Shaggy "it wasn't me."

Pretty sure he said it was an Asian-British great? granddaughter of Chiang kai-shek. Something like that.

@LuFins-Dad said in My X Men Story:

LOL! Scroll to the bottom!

https://xmenmovies.fandom.com/wiki/Mitchell_Laurio

Living in his head!

I have never seen that!

Yeah, that David Hayter. He bascially stole my husband's name.

Just watched DP and Wolvie over the weekend and the out-takes during the end credits reminded me of something that some of you might find amusing.

My husband has always been into comic books. When Fury showed up at the end of Ironman his head exploded. When X-Men came out we were housebound due to babies, but everyone and their mother kept telling us we had to watch X-men 2. So we rented from the local Blockbuster.

The movie pays an unusual amount of attention to a secondary character, prison guard Mitchell Laurio. The credits showed that the screenplay was written by David Hayter, who went to school with my husband. They bonded over comic books, but had a falling out over a girl. They kind of, sort of made up before graduation, but their friendship was never the same. Thrilled, my husband tried to find him but had no luck. This was before Facebook and social media.

So fast forward to a couple of years ago. We went to a comic con in LA. Those conventions are huge and we were properly lost. We turned a corner, and there sitting in a booth, signing autographs was David Hayter.

My husband bellowed out "David fucking Hayter!"

David Hayter stood up. "Michael Fucking Laurio!"

They hugged, caught up on the last 35 years, and exchanged numbers. Turns out that after high school, David Hayter tried to make it in "the industry" but wasn't getting anywhere. Worried because he was depressed, one of his friends got him a job answering phones for some guy.

This guy was trying to write the screenplay for X-Men, but didn't know anything about comic books. David Hayter would tell him "No man, that's wrong. It's like this...." Finally the guy told him to write the screenplay.

So he did. And he put my husband in the movie. Made him an overweight, disgruntled guard who gets pants by Mystique, and before dying a painful death, gets told by Magneto to never trust a beautiful woman interested in him.

But that's not the kicker. The kicker is that the next day my husband texted him.
"great running into you. happy for your success. next time x,y,z are in town let's get together".

David Hayter never responded. Not even with a thumbs up. Hahahahaha. I guess he's still mad at my husband.

Sorry if this is long. I just thought this was funny.