Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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~ma to EVERYONE! Good grief, August has been rough.
Here is the thing I've been looking for and didn't even know it: antimicrobial gloves for city wear. The links at the bottom don't seem to work; you have to type in the addresses of each page. A pain, yes, but still worth a look.
Peace~ma for Dan and life~ma for the organ receptors. It's so wonderful we have the technology to do this.
Oh Sparky, I'm so sorry to learn of his passing. That quote from Dan's friend is such a lovely tribute. Peace to Dan, and all of his family and friends.
Sail! Yikes! I'm glad your dad is okay.
Oh Sparky, I'm so sorry to learn of his passing. That quote from Dan's friend is such a lovely tribute. Peace to Dan, and all of his family and friends.
This. Exactly this.
Oh, yeah. I went out and looked. It was a much bigger tree than I remembered. Still, remarkably little damage all things considered. The tree was half dead, which is probably why it fell; there just wasn't enough of a root system left on that side to anchor it in the extremely soft soil. The insurance adjuster is coming out Monday to look it over. I'm kinda hoping dad can get a whole new garage out of the deal. If anything, it would force my brother to get all his junk of the garage so they could actually park cars in it.
peace for Dan , his family an dhs friends . May his spirit live on
Peace to Dan and his friends and family. This is such a senseless tragedy. I hope that Dan's family and friends get some comfort from his gift of life.
X-Posted cause it's funny as shit and just so typically me.
I did an asinine thing at the grocery store. I was buying bread and stuff and asked fot cigs for Joe and myself. The checker went off, grabbed them, brought them back, and showed them to me. I gave her thumbs up. Or, rather, NSM.
I flipped her off.
And proceeded to almost die of embarrasment in the middle of Albertson's. Fortunately, she had a good sense of humor, saw the beet-red heat on my face as I stammered an apology to her in which I said, "Obviously, I do that too often for it to be my default finger signal."
I can never go in there ever ever again.
Now I have mountain dew all over my computer.
Does anybody know if that James Marsters' TV movie he did a bit ago is available on tape or DVD? I've got the urge to watch him in a tux again--though his hair is too short--and I foolishly didn't tape it.