I just discovered a solid mass below my ribcage. It seems to be a "muscle". Anyone have any experience with this condition?
They are made of pain.
'Not Fade Away'
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I just discovered a solid mass below my ribcage. It seems to be a "muscle". Anyone have any experience with this condition?
They are made of pain.
April 15th really only applies if you owe taxes.
And even then you can pay an estimate and file the actual taxes later. Er, not that I would have first hand knowledge or anything. Er. Which is to say, don't worry Dana, right there with you.
Husband, somewhat wistfully: "Maybe it's time for an accountant next year."
Colin's girlfriend is a tax accountant. I think I might as well pay her, except I'd feel like a FOAF is going through my dirty underwear.
Oh what, like Colin doesn't know about your dirty underwear? I mean, metaphorically speaking.
Wow, sumi! That's nuts.
Honestly, Dana, you're not failing -- you're doing it!
I went to see my father after work (my mother had gone earlier), and was rewarded by the most magical bus timing ever -- two buses, right there when I wanted them! Also, there is a nursing home we liked that is ready for him to move in on Thursday. My mother's still going to see about a slightly more convenient one tomorrow, but this is good! She's a little upset and said, "It just seems so sudden." I said, "It's always sudden." Which is just true, in so many situations.
Colin has dirtied my underwear metaphorically speaking. I like his girlfriend a lot, and came to be comfortable with her quickly, but we still technically haven't known each other long.
She's a little upset and said, "It just seems so sudden." I said, "It's always sudden." Which is just true, in so many situations.
It really is.
Which is just true, in so many situations.
A good thing to be able to remember.
They are called commenters. They are on the internet. And no, they're not pretty.
I was not expecting that, and it is perfect.
My taxes are mailed, hooray! The post office was not a madhouse, at all.
I'm so glad I took tomorrow off, even if I am not going to the Seder that I ostensibly took it off for. Another night of Jell-o and obligatory matzo for me.
Oh! But also! I was listening to the StoryCorps podcast, and they said that had a story that was a little too risque for the radio. I think those were his exact words, but it was definitely something like that. It was a 90-year-old woman and her 65-year-old son talking about his fuckbuddy! Using that term! That's more than just a little too much for the radio, don't you think??