Well, that's new...

[xp_daytripper]

Mr Multi-Tasking himself, actually managed to burn a batch of French toast this morning at breakfast. Admittedly it was while we were both trying to unstick Meggan from her fork, the plate and the table. I swear, she ate more than I did. No wonder Nate was distracted, between the Bottomless Pit, the pregnant doctor and She Who Paints With Maple Syrup.

And now we're both un-sticky, time to go talk to the Professor.

Comments

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

I still disbelieve all those rumors. Nope, just can't picture it. Mr. Summers and girls go together like peanut butter and oven cleaner.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Man, I know you've seen what he keeps in the garage. The motorcycle alone probably gets him serious points. Between that and the constant sunglasses . . . well, okay, I can't actually picture him cashing in on the bad-boy thing, but I'm not a girl, either.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Bad boy thing. He's like the world's most dangerous Boy Scout. Loitering around the bad part of town, whittling tent pegs and starting rebellious-yet-safe campfires...

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

"Remember, kids, only you can prevent forest fires, because the Man's too busy oppressing free-spirited youth."

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dude, no way Mr. Summers could ever be a Boy Scout. He's 1. a adult, and 2. Not fat. and all the grown up Boy Scouts I know are like, total lardasses.

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

Flattering, Forge. Very flattering.

[x-forge.livejournal.com]

Well, really. Glasses, engineering degree, the whole "arr, busy 24-7 sleep is for the weak and mortal!" air? Yeah, how about sharing the secret of how you got THAT to work for you?

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

It would depend on your definition of 'work'.