Damn, the pick-up person did not show. She says she will come by in the morning. UGH, she better. ION, I just added a second shelf to my entertainment center.
Also? dinner was yum.
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Damn, the pick-up person did not show. She says she will come by in the morning. UGH, she better. ION, I just added a second shelf to my entertainment center.
Also? dinner was yum.
Emmett topped off my week by smashing his finger in the car door. And then the door locked on it.
La la la, I wish I had some Vicodin. La la la.
ION, my ex-boss got my news and emailed back:
Wow. What's even shittier is that one more week (or even one more day) would have given you another month's insurance coverage. They are fuckers and assholes. And liars.
She who hates my enemies is my friend!
Ouch, poor Emmett! I remember that I did that as a kid, but nothing more about it, so I'm sure the long-term trauma is all yours. If that's any consolation.
He's playing Ms. Pac-Man now so I think the trauma is over. We'll see how bad it looks tomorrow.
What really traumatized me was getting my finger stuck under the conveyer belt thing at the grocery store. I still freak out a little when people put their money down on it.
I still freak out a little when people put their money down on it.
I'll spare you the story of my friend Dibble's son and the door hinge then.
As long as it's not my own body part (apparently) disappearing into machinery, I can handle stories.
Hi.
I missed all of the shrift celebrating.
This makes me sad.
I am making bacon for bacon and tomato sandwiches on english muffin bread. In honor of shrift. And because they are yummy beyond belief.
Though I am wondering about the TJ's tomatoes grown in Mexico now that Mexico isn't 15 miles away from me. They used to seem local...
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