SOLONOR: My pet rock died. I overfed it.
CABLEMAN: I let mine get wet, and it became a Chia Pet.
SOLONOR: Then he started doing drugs. He was always stoned.
CABLEMAN: Mine joined a rock band. The Rolling Stones…
SOLONOR: After he got accidentally ground up, I nicknamed mine “Sandy.”
GRUMP: Mine was ground into cereal… Pebbles.
SOLONOR: I was always taking mine for granite…
Better still, on the way back to work I realized that this year’s birthday will make me the answer to life, the universe and everything! w00t!!
Ditto here, on the birthday thang.
As Pooh Bear would say, Happy Bithuthday!
It’s not until June. Until then, I’m the penultimate answer! 😀
Mine is Skip, he’s in the bottom of the lake.
I had a really unbalanced relationship with mine. I think the doc said it best – rocky.
Mine got really sedimentary as he got older.
My had a volcanic temper. Ba-da-boom.
That’s even better than it being your “golden” birthday. You’re the answer!
Mine liked to test my limits – it just kept getting boulder and boulder…
That’s one Deep Thought 🙂
Wonderful! What a great reason to have a birthday. Until June, then, I guess we wait for the answer to come to fruition. Heh.
*digs up her copy of the Works of Douglas Adams for light reading at work*
Man, I miss those inane lunch conversations…
You misspelled “insane”.