Posted on August 18, 2008 by Aunt B.
You’ll have to excuse what I’m about to write. But under the present circumstances, when I want my doctor to avail herself of the most effective and efficient course of action to return me to the land of the pain-free, I am short of patience for anti-abortion men.
Here’s the sentence all you dudes need to [...]
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Posted on August 18, 2008 by Aunt B.
Ivy gave me Down and Out in the Great Depression: Letters from the Forgotten Man edited by Robert McEleaine to read a while back and I have been slowly working through it. I can only read little bits at a time because it’s bad form, I believe, to sit in the bathroom and sob.
But holy [...]
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Posted on August 18, 2008 by Aunt B.
It’s not like I even go looking for stories about John Rich. I’d like nothing better than to know nothing about John Rich, so that I can just listen to Big and Rich when they come on the radio and enjoy their music without having to think about it too hard and without feeling gross [...]
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Posted on August 18, 2008 by Aunt B.
So, my dad is coming down on Wednesday so that I can go to the doctor Thursday and not have to fret about whether I’ll be done in time to go to the inspection Thursday afternoon.
I’m really glad. It’s a load off my mind.
I half-heartedly tried to talk him out of it, but he said [...]
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Posted on August 18, 2008 by Aunt B.
So, there’s this small white building over at the house I’m trying to buy and in it is what looked to me like a small water heater and I was all “Why would a place need a water heater in the middle of the yard?”
But it turns out that that’s a pump for a well.
So, [...]
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Posted on August 18, 2008 by Aunt B.
A month ago: Innards decide to do their thing a hair early. Fair enough.
Throughout the month: Innards don’t bother to stop. Fine. My innards are overachievers.
Friday: I’m sitting at my desk and it’s like someone reached right inside my left hip, pinched as hard as he could and twisted. I about [...]
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Posted on August 18, 2008 by Aunt B.
Our Governor literally has a blog (if one can “have” a blog if one only blogs, on average, twice a year), but I want to talk more about Bredesen’s blogger-like self-presentation. Am I the only one who has noticed that Bredesen runs around the real world acting like it’s his own personal blogosphere? I’m just [...]
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