Thirteen
Anything more is beating a dead horse.
Anything more is beating a dead horse.
I didn’t sleep again last night. It has become impossible to lie down and get comfortable. As much as I hated to, I called in sick this morning and took the day off. I wouldn’t have been safe behind the wheel, much less working around the animals at my job. Since I’d already arranged to…
Emerson is completely, utterly, without hope of redemption deaf. The correlation between eye-color and deafness is statistically significant, but doesn’t always hold true. Emerson may have a blue eye on the right, but both left and right ears are non-hearing.
Dar Williams earned her ticket fees last night. I just wish I could say the same of her opening act. I’d have probably been happier if I hadn’t rushed to get to the concert after work, but instead waited until the group who opened had done their thing. The opening act was some group called…
It wasn’t my fault! All I can say in my own defense is that the Dear Diary system had a severe case of the indigestion, and I was unfortunate enough to attempt to update multiple times during the worst of it. I really did check after each update to see if the entry was there….
I guess it’s like Gremlins. Don’t get them wet. The new sofa and loveseat arrived … not only on time, but ten minutes early. Warrior Princess has taken to it. Clueless Wonder wanders hopelessly around it, looking for his old, familiar territory. Sorry babe, gotta go with progress. ACfH is locked in the bathroom so…
I never got my 1099 from the state for my unemployment from last year. I figured they didn’t technically have to be mailed until the last day of January, so I gave the statement until the end of the first week of February to arrive. It didn’t. I tried a couple of times last week…
Congratulations on your second "birthday." May you have 13 more, and 13 more and 13 more after that.
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Happy birthday, and many happy returns of the day!