I started this post several weeks ago. You get to read my Unconscious Mutterings (or not) as I catch up.
- Language :: teacher.
- Obvious :: -ly.
- Skull :: -duggery.
- Insidious :: sneaky.
- Struggle:: class warfare.
- Unspeakable :: mysteries.
- Orchid :: fuschia.
- Fish :: oil.
- Annoyingly :: patronizing.
- Payroll :: tax. The tax accountant scores!
- Astrology :: utter crap.
- Funeral :: black.
- Candor :: refreshing.
- Dynamic :: IP address.
- Oh my god! :: O.M.F.G.
- Cancer :: Aries.
- Ross :: Perot.
- Heroes :: TV.
- Rachaell :: Friends.
- Effortlessly :: aahhh!
- Greatness :: Grand Canyon.
- Struggling :: underway.
- Noise :: white.
- Doorway :: to happiness.
- Soap :: in the eyes.
- Cancer :: ewww.
- Sipping :: coke.
- Stacks :: computers.
- Perfect :: cake.
- Test :: run.
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Things you might have overheard at our house recently:
Smokey, reading the answers to an online trivia quiz: The marine creature that has no bones is, yes, the shark, just as we said.
Kathy: Neither does ice cream!
Smokey: ...
Younger Son: Me and Daryl* are gonna be going to Kuala Lumpur for two weeks!
Kathy and Smokey, who had just last evening had a discussion about whether the Petronus Towers in Kuala Lumpur were the tallest man-made structure(s) in the world: Will you be going into the Petronus Towers?
Younger Son: There is no such thing as the Patronus Towers. A Patronus is summoned by the, um,... patronus...
Kathy: ...spell?
Younger Son: Yes.
Younger Son, after hearing the backstory of the Petronus Towers reference: Okay, but the tallest man-made structure is still Mt. Everest.
* Daryl is his boss. And, yes, Younger Son DOES know proper grammar, he just doesn't bother to use it all the time.
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Elder Son had to get an actual mailbox at his house. There was a mail slot in the door and he hung a bag inside to catch the mail before Moose The Ginormous Dog could trample it, but he was getting SO MUCH MAIL FROM BIG PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANIES INVITING HIM TO FREE CONFERENCES IN TAHITI that it overflowed the bag.
And that is why my prescriptions today cost me $97.13.
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It may be SuperBowl Sunday, but we may or may not watch. It's just a bunch of overpaid, over-ego-ed, over-steroided, wife- and child-abusers running around after a funny-shaped ball.
Not that I am stereotyping them, no.
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I went into the Twin Cities on Friday and Saturday: got my eyes checked, ordered new glasses, had dinner with soxanne, knit with the Knit Night Orphans at Starbucks, stayed overnight, packed many boxes of stuff from our bedroom at the rental house, had Younger Son carry them to my car, and came home. Now that neither Smokey nor I work in Minneapolis any more, we will rent out the third bedroom in that house. By a stroke of luck, my friend Julie's son was looking for a place to live right when we decided to rent it. The bed and dresser and desk and bookshelf will have to stay there until spring, but we are busily emptying the rest of our stuff out of the room.
ETA: Younger Son brought up another load of stuff on Saturday, including the LazyBoy rocker. He said that when he moved the chair he found a circ and a crochet hook under it. Funny there were no stitch markers; I seem to move through the world strewing them wherever I go.
On a slightly related note, did you know that a person can pay their rent via PayPal? Welcome to the future!
