[Kids, are you noticing all this plight?]Yes, yes. It’s been a few days. Work has been unusually demanding this week. Everyone and his/her brother-cousin is on vacation, it seems. And guess which rookie gets to fill in for everybody? I just found out that you have to work at my company for ten years before you get four weeks’ vacation. The union’s trying to get that reduced to eight years, but the company has a…
[In defense of the cyberworld]But the cyberworld is really fun.
[Keeping up appearances]My mom’s on her way here. Her flight leaves at 4:30. I figure that’ll give us about an hour and a half before we have to truck it toward the tarmac. Phil offered to cook lunch (or did I ask him to? I forget … ) so I suppose we’ll make a trip to the grocery in a bit. After that, I’ve got the whole day to myself. Last night I thought about…
[The soul plays the role of a lost little kitten]The new White Stripes album is badass. Dinner with Courtney went well. She, too, has all but lost her old high school connections. We’ll probably hang out again. She said all her friends are getting jobs and going to grad school elsewhere and moving away. Why does that sound familiar? She’s insisting that I come see some cover band at Cafe Ole on some Monday night,…
[Your cherry red lipstick]It’s coming a flood, as they say, beyond the plate glass. In preparation of my social date tonight, I have painted the ol’ toenails red. I still haven’t picked out a place to eat. I’m wondering if we should go somewhere that I can get good and sloshed so I’ll actually feel like talking. A lot. We spoke on the phone yesterday for a minute or two, just to confirm the date…
[Seriously, what the fuck?]Phil gets off for lunch at noon. It’s 12:15. The phone just rang. I answered it, thinking it might be him wanting to know if I wanted food. It was her. “Is Philip there?” “Uh, no, sorry. Can I take a message?” “Do you know what time he’s supposed to be there?” “Well, he gets off for lunch at noon, so I’m guessing any minute now.” “Okay, I’ll just call back in…
[Duly noted]I don’t know if you’ve been keeping up with the pie-fight controversy over at DailyKos, but it’s sort of soured my view of Kos (who I have actually struggled to respect as much as some of the other posters, thanks to his occasional anti-progressive rant) and the truly frat-boy nature of many of those who frequent the site. Anyway, the site ran a click-thru ad for The Real Gilligan’s Island that featured Mary Anne…
My grandmother’s visit is officially over. I didn’t get to see her all that much. The conference kept her busy. Plus, her man friend was in town for it, too, so they hung out most of the time. She spent the night in his camper last night instead of here. You gotta love my grandmother, though. She does her own damn thing and no one gives her orders. Plus, she brought two grocery bags full…
[All I ever learned from love was how to shoot someone]I think the eye doctor duped me today. I can’t be sure, since my scanty internet research on near-sightedness is, well, scanty. Anyway, he convinced me to buy pricey contacts that allow for greater oxygen transfer. He seems to think that my 23-year-old eyes keep getting worse (they’re both up to a -6.50 now) because of the contacts I’ve been wearing, which don’t allow for…
[At the circus]Phil’s 13-year-old brother, Rickey, had a really bad four-wheeler accident last night at his home in Shiloh. He broke his right arm (he’s right-handed) and got a concussion as well as the obligatory covering of cuts and scrapes and bruises that are going to be oh-so-fun to wash out. They sped him to Savannah’s fancy new medical center (I’d love to link, but the only link to it I could find is broken),…
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