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Tweet I’m enjoying the lovely weather we’re having (rain! yay!), so you get the best blurbs I can come up with for the moment: I checked The Out of Sync Child out for Mom to read, thinking it would help her interact with Daniel. She looked at the outside cover, said “None of that [...] Tweet You have a client who you know does not speak English very well, and does not read English at all, as she is a Mexican immigrant. Your client comes into your office wearing a “Remember the Alamo” tshirt with a map of Texas on it. Do you say something to your client – [...] Tweet Are you tired of dealing with a frisky 14-year-old girl? Sick of that sass sass sass all.damn.day.long? Tired of worrying that Some Boy is going to bring her to ruin? Well have I got news for you! Marry Our Daughter is an introduction service assisting those following the Biblical tradition of arranging marriages [...] Tweet Mom came out of her room with A Purpose. Stepping into my line of sight, just enough that I’d have to painfully, achingly, slowly turn my spastic back to see her properly, she spoke. Today is a Very Important Day. I want to ask you a question, and I’m going to write your [...] Tweet Dork :: you Refurbished :: and now twice the price Basket :: case Mousse :: It was more than mousse. She had bullwinkle on her head! Studio :: record 8 ball :: behind the Masking tape :: broken antiques Love :: never dies Wilder :: Gene Lindsey :: Wagner Next? Tweet I ordered three textbooks through half.com. One in IL, one in CA, and one in VA. The one from IL arrived today before 11am via UPS. The one from CA arrived today via Express Mail. The one from VA? Still isn’t here yet. The good news is that it was available at [...] Tweet Being back in the retail sector again means that when everyone ELSE has a day off, I’m bustin’ my behind. The heady odors of lighter fluid, charred eyebrows, beer sweat, and tobacco smoke made it quite the interesting holiday. It was not a good weekend to be sensitive to scents, and I’d forgotten [...] Tweet So there I was, sputtering my way to the gas station with only a mile to go when the van died. Keep the lectures to yourself, please. This isn’t the first time I’ve run out of gas and I feel like a complete idiot when it happens. After sitting in the van [...] |
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