Saw a chemistry.com ad on TV the other day and told Jay, "I think I'll sign up. I want to find someone I can have great chemistry with." I got The Look, but not much else because he was too busy worrying about who was robbing his mega mafia casino to deal with my impending infidelity. Ryan told him, "Dad, you need to sign up for that site so they can find you some friends."
Kids can be so cruel.
Last night I discovered (thanks to Justin) that anyone can post little message signs on other people's farms in Farmville. After making fun of Jay for taking HOURS to rearrange every single one of his chickens and pigs on his farm (okay, it probably only took minutes, but if you've ever seen Jay try to work a computer, you'd think it was hours, too) I decided to screw with him. I went on my own computer and added a few insulting signs to his farm just to fuck with him, especially since he had JUST arranged everything exactly the way his OCD ass wanted it.
About 10 minutes later he comes in just GLARING at me.
"What???" I say, completely innocent.
"Stay off my farm, bitch, or I WILL defriend you."
Now THAT is serious chemistry. Maybe it's more blowing up a meth lab in a suburb kitchen kind of chemistry, but it's ours and it works.
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