For some reason that I still don't understand, Sarah doesn't want to get a Warthog Bar for the dining room wall. She just keeps muttering something about "Never." whenever I bring up the subject.
From our "Wow, I Didn't Know You Could Do That With Legos" file: There is a Hostage Situation in Legoville.
Today it became obvious to me that I went to the wrong college. My school did not have a Centre for Explosion Studies. It's really too bad that there isn't a degree program in Explosion Studies. Imagine the cocktail part conversation: "Yes, so then I studied law at Harvard before moving to Washington D.
C. Where did you go toschool?" "Well, I studied how to blow things up, and now I blow things up professionally." Which of these people sounds like more fun to hang out with on the weekends?