Stephen King's next Corgi. Zumba: The Thing of Ambivalence.Who's Zumba?![]()
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Stephen King's next Corgi. Zumba: The Thing of Ambivalence.Who's Zumba?![]()
...the dogs are real bit*hes about sharing the vino....but I'll share my butt....and the cigarette tooThinking how badly we need to paint the house, but thank God the trees in the front yard are big enough to hide most of the house. What? Oh crap, we need to get the trees trimmed, but $$$$ - we just had to get a lawyer, new brakes and new tires and I'd like a vacation thankyaverymuch. And oh yeah, there's the trouble with the oldest, and there's two cranky teenagers who only tolerate me because I cook. But alas, there's a roof over our heads, eveyone's got clothes and shoes and more of everything than they really need. We both have good jobs and we live a comfortable life. We're OK. I need to focus on gratitude. (But I really want my house painted and trees trimmed - Walt, can we barter?)
But thanks to y'all now I want to go to Zumba, jump on a bed, and go smoke and drink wine on the porch with Giant and his pooches.
...no games that I know of have ever been sanctioned by the King Corporate Bulldozer...Just how beautiful life is sometimes. Oh, how sentimental. But I had to walk past Hunter Stadium, where they will be playing the Australia versus New Zealand Rugby League Test Match. It's such a nice day with the sun but a slight crispness in the air. And the vegetable mornay to eat. Also I was walking down Hunter street yesterday and there is a 'board game shop' and in the window they had some game by Neil Gaiman. It looks good. Does Stephen King have any board game things.
...that's a Roomba...Isn't Zumba a robotic vacuum cleaner that does the cleaning while your doing other things and has a sensor so it won't fall down stairs and stuff like that.
Thinking how badly we need to paint the house, but thank God the trees in the front yard are big enough to hide most of the house. What? Oh crap, we need to get the trees trimmed, but $$$$ - we just had to get a lawyer, new brakes and new tires and I'd like a vacation thankyaverymuch. And oh yeah, there's the trouble with the oldest, and there's two cranky teenagers who only tolerate me because I cook. But alas, there's a roof over our heads, eveyone's got clothes and shoes and more of everything than they really need. We both have good jobs and we live a comfortable life. We're OK. I need to focus on gratitude. (But I really want my house painted and trees trimmed - Walt, can we barter?)
But thanks to y'all now I want to go to Zumba, jump on a bed, and go smoke and drink wine on the porch with Giant and his pooches.
ut thanks to y'all now I want to go to Zumba, jump on a bed
...the dogs are real bit*hes about sharing the vino....but I'll share my butt....and the cigarette too...
I don't want to ask, but I must, because I'm starting to doubt my sanity, reading this.
You guys don't really have just one thing on your mind at a time, right? Because I have one thing on my mind like a discordant 90-piece orchestra has one note on its collective mind. And speaking of music, the 24/7 tinnitus provides the sonic backdrop for all that stuff in my head.
You really do have more than one thing on your mind at a time, right? Don't yank my chain here. I suffer from an excess of literalism, and I must assume you guys are being playful.
I don't want to ask, but I must, because I'm starting to doubt my sanity, reading this.
You guys don't really have just one thing on your mind at a time, right? Because I have one thing on my mind like a discordant 90-piece orchestra has one note on its collective mind. And speaking of music, the 24/7 tinnitus provides the sonic backdrop for all that stuff in my head.
You really do have more than one thing on your mind at a time, right? Don't yank my chain here. I suffer from an excess of literalism, and I must assume you guys are being playful.
I work for toast. Toast and jam. Lots of jam. Strawberry. But raspberry in a pinch. Well okay raspberry and strawberry mix. Thimbleberry if you have it, if not...more toast.
we lost our phone and internet earlier...this after a 19 (OOOGABOOGA!) days without service. 19! I hadn't considered it heretofore. Heh! Here, to, fore. Somebody hold my shoulders. Uncle Bonehead was trying to call...all static on his end...I figure it is his line. But no. I get on the horn (cell phone) with that computer that everyone likes talking to. To speak with a live operator...I forget what I was supposed to do...yodel? Whistle Dixie? Humm the first three bars of the Battle Hymn of the Republic?
The 19 days was before we changed over to the service we currently use. Am I in the wrong thread? Shouldst I be-ist in the Angry Thread? How typically oobleck of me. Ta ta! everyone! enjoy the night!![]()
Let's me and you give up worrying! I'm tired of it. I had to talk to my mom and and my aunt today.Worry. Over a lot of things, Grandpa![]()
Exactly! I'm trying to get rid of that monkey on my back, but he creeps right back as soon as relax. Damn dirty apeIt's perfect, then. I'm a great toast maker. Perfect every time. I like cheese on my toast- feta or queso fresco (that's going to make Sig want to hurl). But I'll put some Thimbleberry jam on your toast if you'll help me with my trees. I think you'll like the weather if you get here before June 1st.
Let's me and you give up worrying! I'm tired of it. I had to talk to my mom and and my aunt today.
Worry
Oh, worry, worry, worry, worry
Sometimes I swear it feels like
This worry is my only friend...by our friend Ray