Showing posts with label Dear Younger Son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear Younger Son. Show all posts
Lori Randall


Dear Fiance took me and Dear Younger Son out to dinner this evening at the local hibachi place, where the onion soup is hot and delicious.

As we were placing our orders a guy back in the kitchen commented to his friends "Hey Man, Make Love; Not Warcraft!" I shot him a smile when he realized he'd been heard in the dining room.  It was one of the cutest things I've heard all day today!  Turns out, it's from an episode of South Park ...

Who would have thought that World of Warcraft would be the epic cultural phenomenon that it is today? But I have to believe that a lot of the dating with the hard core Warcraft fans is more virtual than real ...

What are your thoughts or experiences?
Lori Randall
This past weekend Dear Younger Son and Dear Fiance spent some time on YouTube studying different Mentos and Diet Coke Missile techniques.  This one, involving untold liters of Diet Coke, looks like the massive fountain at the Bellagio in Vegas.



I think they're really going to create a diet coke bottle missile for themselves, complete with fins superglued onto the bottle, for better aerodynamics.

The cute thing is, they're two peas in a pod.  Their heads together and eyes wide open, transfixed by the YouTube flicks of Mentos/diet coke propulsion technology.  Gotta love boys -