| I'm not sure who is responsible, my daughter or me, I only noticed that I was doing it, then, I noticed that she was doing it as well; when we say goodbye to anyone over the phone, instead of simply saying 'bye', we do this 'mmmm, bye,' thing. I would say that I've tried stopping this, but before I even think, it's 'mmm, bye.'
My eldest son turned all of twenty-two this week. I baked him a cake. This is special, although not as special as his attendence at a rally where President Clinton did some campaigning. In Indiana.
I did damage to my fast little car by hitting a pothole in the middle of the lane on a major interstate. Ooooh, listen to me wail. I have been having to drive the heavy, slow truck, which is actually a gasoline devouring MONSTER. (Btw, to be fair, the monster does his duty during the winter, during the horrible-awful, awful=horrible weather.)
New, ugly workboots, because the old pair is falling apart. Also, new tools. Ugh. But in the new, red toolbag, I place a cardboard sprayed with perfume so when it is opened, mmm, sweet.
The Rhysling Nominations for 2007 has been posted. Wow. Congratulations, all! |
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