“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
My kids don’t quite grasp the concept of Christmas gift labels.
“Are you ordering a Menorah on Amazon?” #shitpamsays
The big debate these days is whether “the Joker took ballet” or “the Joker got away” when the Batmobile lost a wheel.
“I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it.” #shitpamsays
Maxi takes notes during YouTube videos. Doesn’t everyone?
“You don’t have the patience for fishing [in Stardew Valley]. That’s your problem.” #shitpamsays
I suppose I have to show this one how to copy and paste.
“Mark Wahlberg could have made an effort.” #shitpamsays
“Where is this book with all the tricks that you keep talking about?” That’s Maxi’s reply when I told him he fell for the oldest trick in the book.
