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An Extreme Waste of An Extra $4 Per Person | Oh Honestly, Erin
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. An Extreme Waste of An Extra $4 Per Person. One of the things I really wanted to do while in Williamsburg was go on a ghost tour. I mean, you can only watch Colonial actors perform Colonial acts so many times, if at all. You know? When I told Henry about the ghost tour, he was like, “……”. And then when I was like, “Well, we’re doing it,” he was like, “………………………………”. Chooch wasn’t feeling it. MORE THAN JUST A PEN! It was only $5 or something but Tight Wad Hank was lik...
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Smoking Trees In Williamsburg | Oh Honestly, Erin
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. Smoking Trees In Williamsburg. We spent the morning of our first full day in Williamsburg signing away our life at Kings Creek Plantation. Immediately after, we drove out to downtown Williamsburg and got sandwiches at the Cheese Shop because Jeannie told me to and even though I act all tough, in reality I do what people tell me. Haha, just kidding. But I went along with it this time because Jeannie said the magic word: cheese. 8220;What are those? OH HELL NO, HOLD UP.
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Henry Bombs: Hospital Edition | Oh Honestly, Erin
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. Henry Bombs: Hospital Edition. Just kidding. This isn’t a funny story at all. But it’s going to start out waaaay worse than it ended up being so don’t you go and get all panicky! A week before vacation, Henry and I came home from work to find his mom, Judy, in what appeared to be some type of shock on the couch. She didn’t seem very cognizant or coherent, and she was shaking really bad. Scariest thing I’ve ever witnessed though, and I appreciate the one first r...
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Things I Learn About My Co-Workers | Oh Honestly, Erin
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. Things I Learn About My Co-Workers. The lady I steal candy from at work is going to see Joe Jackson this Saturday. I know this because I saw it scribbled (in high-alert red marker) on her calendar as I fisted a generous helping of prailine pecans from the jar on her shelf. Things About Henry: That I Hate. Some Things About the Show I’d Like to Be Remembering. Things About Henry: That I Hate. No tags for this post. Posted by Tuna Tar-Tart. April 15, 2008 at 10:49 pm.
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Henry Bombs | Oh Honestly, Erin
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. Pictures of Henry at Disney. Amusement Parks, Fairs, and Carnivals. And also, visit Disney before swimming with your family. Here is a collection of photos from Henry on Day One and Day Two because why not. DAY ONE: MAGIC KINGDOM. When I asked Henry afterward what the man said to make him laugh, he conveniently “couldn’t remember.” Probably some SERVICE joke. Henry rides alone on Big Thunder Mountain. HOLD ON, HANK! Unimpressed with the line for the Jungle Ride….
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ghost hunting | Oh Honestly, Erin
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. The Haunting of Gillcrest. Make Gillcrest Great Again. Bun had been haunting Gillcrest for the last 10 decades,. No one had bothered him, not even the wool-clad Mormon mission-maids. But then one Tuesday a stranger arrived with a bag—. The new resident of Gillcrest, it was a horned stag! Bun watched this scene unfold from a darkened upstairs window,. And wondered, “How in the hell can I chase off this bimbo? His name was Bart and he was quick to make himself at home,.
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Tourist Traps | Oh Honestly, Erin
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. Welcome to Hell: Witching You Were Here. We had some time to kill Sunday morning before we were due to arrive at Bill and Jessi’s but don’t cry for us, Michigan-a — Roadside America had our back. Imagine my sheer delight and giddiness when I discovered that Howell (where we had stayed Saturday night) was only several miles away from Hell, MI. A tourist trap, to be sure, but one that even Henry was quietly on board with. 8220;Oh well, everything is closed,” Henr...
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. I suck at everything. Probably more than you do. I enjoy experimenting with cheese and playing with glue sticks. You might know me from that other joint, LiveJournal. Chooch n’ me at Kennywood: Part 1 of? Amusement Parks, Fairs, and Carnivals. After proving that Chooch and I can be trusted to make it through a day alone at Kennywood, we decided to try it again this summer too. SPOILER: we made it again! Ugh, I hate people who aren’t in a hurry. The first ride we went...
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cemeteries | Oh Honestly, Erin
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. 4th of July in Snaps. Usually by the third day of a three day weekend, Henry, Chooch, and I are at each others throats. But I mean, that’s normal family talk, right? YOU LOVE ‘EM BUT YOU DON’T LIKE ‘EM. Except that by some crazy act of god, we had an exceptionally peaceful day and actually, dare I say, ENJOYED each others company? And this was all. The aid of roadside tent-purchased firecrackers! How motherfucking un-American, I know. Here are some photos. Shit reall...
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really bad ideas | Oh Honestly, Erin
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Your Ex-Wife Doesn't Read This Trash. The Haunting of Gillcrest. Make Gillcrest Great Again. Bun had been haunting Gillcrest for the last 10 decades,. No one had bothered him, not even the wool-clad Mormon mission-maids. But then one Tuesday a stranger arrived with a bag—. The new resident of Gillcrest, it was a horned stag! Bun watched this scene unfold from a darkened upstairs window,. And wondered, “How in the hell can I chase off this bimbo? His name was Bart and he was quick to make himself at home,.
