Tell her, sorry, you only have a non-printer.
Bwah!
Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
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Tell her, sorry, you only have a non-printer.
Bwah!
eta: non-printer non-non-expost....
Can you go for a walk and take your printer with you? And in its place, leave a cardboard box labeled "Non-person's non-printer"?
ION, thank you all for the kitty support. I feel so upset that my sense of humor is gone. Mostly, anyway - after it was done and they took Senor's body away, I did turn to my friend and say, "I think I'll go back there and tell them I changed my mind."
Yeah, I suppose it wasn't very funny, but....
Can you go for a walk and take your printer with you? And in its place, leave a cardboard box labeled "Non-person's non-printer"?
LOL! I have to send you guys' quips to my Mom!
Actually, Tom, that is funny as hell. Dark humor can be a beautiful thing.
after it was done and they took Senor's body away, I did turn to my friend and say, "I think I'll go back there and tell them I changed my mind."
Yeah, I suppose it wasn't very funny, but....
tommy, that's effing hilarious.
I should tell you about the time I went to a very close friend's Catholic funeral (she died way too young). After, as a carful of us were headed to the cemetary for the burial, we couldn't help but make jokes about the transsubstantiation of the host, saying things like "Ding, your Jesus is ready," and, "It tastes like Jesus, Tastes just like Jesus."
You're fine compared to the special Hell I'll be going to.
Mostly, anyway - after it was done and they took Senor's body away, I did turn to my friend and say, "I think I'll go back there and tell them I changed my mind."
Heh. That has to have been Miriam. I'm glad you had her (or whoever, iffin I'm wrong) with you there.
Yeah, that was Miriam. I was there with her when her dog died, and later when one of her cats died. So she totally owed me.
But yeah, it helps so much to have someone else there.
{{{tommyrot}}} I'm so sorry, you. That all just happened so fast. I'm just so sorry.
I'm sorry, Tom.
I'm back from the wilds of Fremont where we won our tournament. The final was tied at 1-1 and went into extra innings. Our best player, Arlo hit a triple with a man on in the bottom of the 8th to win it.
Going back to last summer they've won their last three tournaments and 20 games in a row. They're going to be insufferable.
Emmett had fun though he was in a hitting slump the last couple days. But he made a lot of key plays in the field and pitched successfully yesterday so it's okay.
I'm fried and sun dazzled. The world gets very small at these tournaments where you're spending three days in a row sitting on the same middle school baseball bleachers.
I've got one more regular season game of the team I manage. Then we're in the playoffs. Then another tournament at the end of June. Then there's the all-star season in July, which is a whole other thing. No wonder I'm always so relieved when September comes.
Matilda seemed glad to see me when I got home. I flopped on the floor and let her hang onto me and she managed to pull-stand up for the first time (that I know of).
tommyrot, I know it was the best choice for Senor Sock, but I'm so sorry that the situation existed where you had to make it. He was damned lucky to have you as his human.