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[Monkey Face]

Got any 7’s?

I don’t know what it is at Smith’s, but it doesn’t matter. Even if I could go there, I couldn’t get it. No gelt. But it sure sounds good.

My new aide is here. She is good. More later on that.

[Tax-chick]

I went upstairs to change out of my gym clothes, and Kathleen went in her underwear. Dang and blast!

[Tax-chick]

I also need to get garlic.

[Monkey Face]

“Oh happy day,” Mom says, with a smile and a hug! “You went in your pants! Does that mean you want to wear them like that?”

[Tax-chick]

We’d be arrested.

Speaking of arrested, Frank told our neighbor that his eyes were red because his brothers covered his hands with soap and made him rub his eyes. (Actually, because he’d been in the pool.)

I gave the lecture about acceptable vs. unacceptable fictionalizing again.

[Monkey Face]

My daughter was like that. She told the neighbors I only fed her once a day, and the neighbor called CPS on me. She was impressed with my house, including my kitchen, and noticed six chairs at the dining table.

I explained that my two step sons were living there as well, and that everyone got three meals a day plus snacks. I was never bothered again, but Igor spoke to the fabricator. She never stopped lying, but she was careful what she said and to whom.

She has never changed.

[Slings and Arrows]

You’re very welcome. I hope that she recovers soon.

[NicknamedBob]

"I gave the lecture about acceptable vs. unacceptable fictionalizing again."

Hmm. That seems to have been one I might have missed.

[Tax-chick]

He told me recently that he was bitten by a rattlesnake. Obviously false.

[NicknamedBob]

I could tell you things that you might have difficulty believing, but I am cautious in choosing which hills to die on. Or more precisely, to not die on.

Not dying is a good thing. Usually.

[Tax-chick]

I really don’t have time for death right now.

[Monkey Face]

Big time... ;o])

[Monkey Face]

Death would be an imposition at this stage.

[NicknamedBob]

Thank you, Governor Jesse. Good thinking.

[NicknamedBob]

Death is like being poor; it’s an inconvenience.

[Monkey Face]

Well, folks, here it is: The new aide came, did all her jobs in less than the two hours allotted and will be back in two weeks. Hopefully, by then, I will have gotten the bedding and towels washed.

AND! I DID find a couple of copies of the CFIDS protocol, and though they are marked up with a hi-liter, I will see how they print. If there is enough ink...it was looking pretty pale yesterday afternoon.

And now, with the use of all the chemicals and the dust, I need to have a breathing treatment.

[Tax-chick]

I was going to get a photo appointment for Kathleen next week at the time I’m taking Sally to the mall with her friend, but that happened to be just the time frame in which the appointments were booked. Any other time of day would be fine.

I’ll have to come up with another plan. Maybe I can talk Tom into getting his picture made with her, if I agree to buy him a pop-culture tchotchke at Hot Topic or a polo shirt at Belk.

[Tax-chick]

Excellent news about the aide! I hope she continues to be functional.

[Covenantor]

Alert! a gang of cats has been reported in your vicinity

[moose07]

Boo!