Fact may be stranger than fiction …
… but fact is also a hell of a lot more predictable.
Just once I want to come home from work and say, “Hey, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
… but fact is also a hell of a lot more predictable.
Just once I want to come home from work and say, “Hey, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
Just to prove I wasn’t lying:
Three more Google hits for Pfaltzgraff dishes. Maybe I should make them available retail through this Diary. It might help pay off the costs incurred by Kitten from Hell. I am STILL looking for a free web host for a couple of sites I want to put up. I can’t believe how restrictive most of…
No time for reflection and deep-but-meaningless entries today. I’ve unexpected company, and have to pull the Pretty Polly tour guide routine out and dust it off this afternoon. We’ve got an important visitor who’s never been in our type of facility before, and who is supposed to be auditing us. I’m supposed to give a…
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Yup, Happy Birthday to me. Forty-five years ago, at 6:00 a.m., I made my world debute. A small side-note of interest: my father was Rh+ and my mother Rh-. I am Rh+, and so was born with Rh incompatibility syndrome. I was one of the lucky ones, in that my case was relatively mild and…
The price one pays for refusing to have one big fracking breakdown is that one ends up breaking down just a little everyday. I have to wonder if I don’t do it on purpose, though. Perhaps when grief is all you have left, it becomes imperative to hang onto the grief just a little bit….
Amen, Sister!
Maybe today will be the day.
RYC about hacking up hairballs, The Dog certainly does have some cat-like behavior. He would be embarrassed if you told him that, though.