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I have an awful headaches this morning, courtesy of the lovely BITTLE of Riesling I finished last night.
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Serial:
I have an awful headaches this morning, courtesy of the lovely BITTLE of Riesling I finished last night.
I found one can of French 75 in the fridge last night. It didn't seem to bother me the way wine has lately.
I'm off to strategically grocery shop and guard my 6-foot personal bubble. I'm all sneezy from allergies, so that should keep people away from me.
One of my customers called this morning about business stuff, then asked if she could pick me up anything because she was out shopping. She said I do so much for them all the time. I thought that was super sweet.
ltc is much less off the wall today with TCG home. She's actually playing by self while we watch the news.
So nice, Laura!
I believe it supposed to protect the bus driver and keep passengers away from them.
Oh, good one! I do worry about all the people who are still working public-facing jobs.
Oh, no JZ and David! So hard to watch your kids hurt: M got a stress fracture this trscknseasin, right as he was being scouted by unis for track. He was devastated. It's awful to watch them be so sad.
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ION, as I predicted, my ex-BFF who I haven't talked to in 2 years, pandemic-panicked and texted me, trying to repair fences.
Bitch, I'm SCOTS. My dad, who you knew and loved for 20 years, died and no contact, but you get SCARED and now you need me? After the terrible, terrible things you said to me?
Naw, girl. I don't need your fuckin' DRAMA RN. Or ever again.
I'm so angry.
David, I don't know if Emmett even remembers me, it was so long ago that I saw him last. But please tell him I am so incredibly proud of him, if/when you get a chance.
Thanks, Karl.
Liv and Owen remain besties with their co-gaming, meme-ing, and cooking for each other.
So sweet! Love all the close sibs.
M got a stress fracture this trscknseasin, right as he was being scouted by unis for track. He was devastated. It's awful to watch them be so sad.
Oof. Exactly. We're old. We're used to having our hopes and dreams bashed about.
I have an awful headaches this morning, courtesy of the lovely BITTLE of Riesling I finished last night.
Liquor stores in NY have been deemed essential so I may pop out later and grab a few BITTLEs myself.
Poor Matilda! Any bit of bad news on top of the shit sandwich that is day-to-day life now is just too much.
I decided to swallow my distrust of FB and signed A up for Messenger Kids, and she's been on the phone with her best friend more or less constantly for 2 days, and texting/sending stickers back and forth with everyone else we know. D and his friends have been having Netflix watch parties + Facetime, plus constant texting. He's also part of a virtual devised theater project with the former cast of Puffs (rehearsals were due to begin this week), which I can't even begin to thank the director enough for putting together literally overnight just because she wanted this group to be able to make theater together.
Ahhhh, even under shelter at home I get to enjoy the exquisite pleasure of a thing I was supposed to (virtually) attend today getting cancelled.