That’s me. I’m living in a state of sheer gid. Why, you ask? Because tomorrow at noon Bill and I are taking our three little rats for an “Aunt Becky sleepover”. Then we are heading to the oh-so-posh Embassy Suites on the Plaza, again courtesy of Aunt Becky.
Please don’t expect to hear from me [...]

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Except me. Me? I’m counting down to next Friday, the day that decides the entire course of the rest of our entire lives. Or the day that Bill goes for that job interview in Oregon. Take your pick, but if you’re like me, you’re going with the more dramatic version.
I have recently realized that [...]

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My MIL has a miniature Dachsund named Heidi. She is a little on the roly poly side. Heidi, that is. My MIL is not roly or poly. Bill makes fun of Heidi on a regular basis. First, because he’s jealous that the dog has a bigger Christmas stocking than he does. Second, because it irritates [...]

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Or my mid-morning confession. Whatevs. I’m not a very nice person sometimes. Okay, most of the time. FINE. ALL the time. I offer the following as proof:
1. I call my father-in-law Darth Gene. Why? Because his tracheotomy makes him sound like Darth Vader. This makes Bill and me both laugh. Out loud. For several minutes.
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So, Bill and I were watching this VH1 “I love the 70s” thing. January 14, 1973, Elvis broadcasted a concert from Hawaii. (My MIL is a huge Elvis fan. Except not in that weird, crying-at-Graceland way.) October 18, 1973, William Eugene Ferrel arrived. You do the math.

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So, today’s post is probably going to be a hodgepodge. It’s not a leftovers post because these thoughts have been a-simmering since last night. I guess that makes it…stew? But that has sort of negative connotations, doesn’t it? Fine. Let’s skip this whole food analogy/metaphor/whatever the hell I’m doing thing.
I read a post from MoFM [...]

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I love the beach. The photos? Are all in link form. I love you, too.

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Aunt Becky guest stars as Tricia’s ice dealer. No, really.

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It only took like 7 tries.

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But at least I know I suck, right?

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