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I still have my cool job. I started volunteering at the library when I was 9, and now they pay me to do what I used to do for fun.

He's not dead. He's just resting. EXCELSIOR!

Thanks for the kind thoughts. Money is part of the problem (isn't it always?), but at the moment, it's just part of a Jenga tower. Things will work out eventually. And even though the process may be less than pleasant, I've got family that's sticking by me. But I do appreciate the support here - having somewhere to go that isn't where I am is a great relief. Anyway, enough warm fuzzies - this is Rants, and it's time to hate things.

Yeah, yeah, laugh at the old lady with fat fingers who can't control her autocorrect. I can still control my bladder, so I feel like I'm still money ahead.

If I assume, I make an ass out of me - you're already there.

I'm so glad that when I go to Hell, it will be for something more impressive than lying on a message board.

+1 for the kitties 😻

No, it's goopy and itchy and sore. It's only shitty when they give me the latest stomach bug going around the school.

NyQuil, chicken soup, and Gatorade. Ibuprofen if the NyQuil doesn't help the aches. Have you been exposed to the flu? If so, you may want to see about getting checked so that you can get some Tamiflu started. PS: I'll trade you. I think one of the kids gave me pinkeye.

You can have dinner with us - I made Brunswick stew (chicken, not squirrel).

I agree - one winds up feeling like a mole by New Year's.

Yay! Let me know your results!

Whenever you post a picture, it reminds me of "Kidnapped" - Alan Breck Stewart and his eyes full of dancing madness.

In terms of sheer readability, I'd rather have the Bible. Rushdie makes me tired

They already have.

Indeed, many things have sucked donkey balls as of late, but I guess it's better donkey balls than duck dicks. PS: A message for your hubby. "You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave." PPS: Take it to Rants.😈

One of my brothers was traveling on business, and he wound up in some Twilght Zone-ish motel that had the Book of Mormon instead of the Bible. The really odd thing was that he wasn't in Utah; it was somewhere on the east coast.

Most legal teenage women don't want to eat pudding with middle-aged men who look like the Pillsbury Doughboy and have to ride the bus. They'd rather eat pudding with their BFF's and make jokes about the smelly drunk at the bus stop.🌾

Catholic.

4 brothers 2 sisters 3 stepbrothers My youngest sister is 12 years younger than me, and 12 years older than my older daughter. Also, my grandkids are older than my youngest brother's two youngest kids.

👍

You're almost 30, and you're built like a tank... ...of pudding.

Yeehaw! An unhate! Got the phone til the end of the month, so you're stuck with me for a couple of weeks longer. 👹

So I come home to say goodbye, or at least, see you around. As I've told a few people over the past few months, shit's been flying, and it's finally landed. I don't know where I'll be or what I'll be doing next week or next month or even tomorrow. If I come back, you have my permission - nay, my blessing - to give me grief for being a whiny drama queen. If I don't, well, thanks to everybody both here and gone for a lot of good years. I love you guys.