“Make your own cheap coffee! This stuff cost $9 a bag.” #shitpamsays
32°C in the shade. Over 50° in direct sun, apparently.
Pam hasn’t used the word “humidex” yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
When you leave your phone in your pants. And it goes through the laundry.
“I can’t really shave my legs, so I’m hoping the fire will singe the hair off.” #shitpamsays
I think A&W Hotstoppers are much nicer than the Starbucks ones. #hellointernet @brady_haran @cgpgrey
I think A&W Hotstoppers are much nicer than the Starbucks ones. #hellointernet @brady_haran @cgpgrey
“If we see another Punch Buggy I’m going to give you a Charlie Horse and you won’t be able to walk for a week.” #shitpamsays
“Peeps and deets I hate those kinds of words.” #shitpamsays
You know it’s time for 2-factor authentication when your 6-year old figures out how to order stuff from Amazon.
“Homemade” battery pack. From recycled laptop batteries.
“B’y, I wish Prince Harry and the other one, Angela Merkel, would get married, so they’d get off my Facebook feed.” #shitpamsays
“Miguel you want some salsa? From NEW YORK CITY!?” #shitpamsays
Xavier is the youngest student at the Community Coding workshop.
Pretending it’s 2004 in information security class.
I bet I could buy a barrel of these tremoços in Praia de Mira for what I paid for a jar in Fort McMurray 🙂
Maxi apparently spent more than a half hour looking for this perfect birthday shirt. I love it.
The elusive chocolate coconut. Found at Westwood this morning.
Maxi shared with me. He let me eat the Pizza crusts.
“Pam at The Strand” circa 1992-1993. A curated playlist.
“Twitter Handle? What is this? 1970’s CB radio? 10-4 Good Buddy.” #shitpamsays
“B’y, Mount Pearl is becoming like The Bronx in the 80s.” #shitpamsays
Maxi doesn’t want me to help with his French homework because apparently I roll my Rs like I’m “speaking Spanish or something”
“Gotta love JB Weld, b’y. Coulda fixed my broken foot with that.” #shitpamsays
The Edmonton Snowpacalypse didn’t happen, but there is still a bit of snow.
“If you don’t want to get hurt, then you’d better get out of the dog bed.” #shitpamsays
“How was Peter Mansbridge? Did he walk over it?” #shitpamsays
“You can’t park like that. That’s the douchey way to park.” #shitpamsays
I bought one of these for *me*. And it’s driving Carmen crazy.
“If that’s not her, it’s her Dopple-friggin-ganger.” #shitpamsays
“I’m coughing so much that I’m Weezy. In a deluxe apartment in the sky.” #shitpamsays
I put a note in Maxi’s lunch. He told me he put it in the Recycling.
Carmen made a hydraulic claw with water, tubes, and syringes. Thanks to tinkercrate. Of course she had to customize it.
Despite her protestations to the contrary, Pam secretly loves Portlandia.
Since Pam is away, and there’s no #shitpamsays, here’s one from Carmen: “Can you play that Abraham Lincoln song?” Requesting a song from Hamilton.
Say with a Southern accent for full effect. No Name brand is so honest.
Maxi is 6 years old. And still believes his nose grows when he tells a lie.
We are making a Maccano Trebuchet. But my unionized helper needs to take frequent breaks.
“Nobody’s going to eat my cake, so I might as well dig in.” #shitpamsays
Since Earl is such a princess 👸🏽, his Christmas gift was this gourmet dog food.
The angel Gabriel from heaven came.
His wings as drifted snow, His eyes as flame.
Serious Stardew Valley addiction. Post-it notes and everything.
“Is it ok for me to park by this pole, Pam?” “Of course it is. I’m bi-polar.” #shitpamsays
“Did you kick my car?” “Can’t be any worse than what you’ve done to it.” #shitpamsays
