There is a Jewish proverb that goes, "Some days it's chicken. Some days it's feathers." The caption for this might have read, "Some days you're the boy. Some days you're the dog."
I know how that feels. Sometimes you're the parent. Some days you're the child.
exactly.. I see you know of which I speak.
I made Jim look at this and he said, "what was really happening was,'bring me the ball''come get the ball''no, bring me the ball''bite me. we both know you're going to give in first, oh, and that biscuit in your pants? I know it's there. fork it over, dude."
I love to know what you think, "for the Sake of Blessed Connection and Exquisite Controversy"