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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My dad and sister are coming down today for the holiday. They got like 12 inches of snow yesterday in Milwaukee.
So he just emailed me that he got tired of waiting for her so he went out and cleared the sidewalk and most of the driveway and is leaving the rest for her so running a little late yadda yadda.
For cripes sake, man. You are 68 years old, have had a couple of heart attacks, and had surgery on your hand for carpal tunnel two weeks ago. DON'T DO THAT.
Sometimes stubborn is all you've got to run on.
And sometimes it's just a character flaw.
Seriously, though, it's not like it's not just what I expect from him. But you'd think the hand at least would make him think twice. Ah well, he's gonna do what he's gonna do.
I'm so glad you got the apartment, Allyson.
Scrappy, I am so goddamned sorry. You and you family have my, well, whatever you need. It's heartbreaking.
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I've grocery shopped, hit Target (since it will be closed tomorrow), procured prescription catfoods and am about to embark on my taxes. Let's just hope I don't swap lines again (I've done it twice before) on the stupid Maryland form.
Scrappy, I'm thinking about you and your family.
But you'd think the hand at least would make him think twice. Ah well, he's gonna do what he's gonna do.
brenda, I suspect your father and my grandfather are cut from the same cloth. After I left for college, my mother could never mention any outdoor chores that she was going to do that weekend, because Grandpa would then go ahead and do them, despite the myriad health problems he has. I love that man.
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I just spent half of a beautiful afternoon underground, thanks to planned re-routing for subway construction, a miscalculation on my part, and an "earlier incident" that was announced after I had been waiting 15 minutes. Anyway, I did go to Target, so that's something.
I don't think my taxes have ever escaped being sat on by a cat. Luckily, she didn't catch me working on them until I was done with the pencil. She loves killing the pencil as I write.
She's especially fond of planting her butt on form 503.
I've been cleaning and doing work. But it's so nice out that I've got all the windows and the door open, and it's been a pretty nice day despite that.