Oh I know what I had, and it was beautiful. Shirley's brief absence at the Ranch was wonderful.
But it all changed when I walked in this evening. She wasn't here, but the heat was blasting. Set to turn off at 80 degrees. Eighty mother-flippin degrees! Really?! Really Shirley? We live in Southern California, not Iowa. Put on a goddamn sweater. I know you have one with Captain Hook, idiot. Just for a couple months, I would like it if our utility bills weren't out of control, numb nuts. I rather be using that money for a deposit on a new place.
God help you if you do laundry late tonight.
Sleep with one eye open.
Monday, December 29, 2008
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Daughter Dear, you are so funny! You obviously get your sense of humor from my side of the family.
nothing like dropping a deuce and doing a sake bomber after a hard day at the office
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