Tuesday, Dec. 16, 2003 - 7:46 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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The Guilt The Guilt
oh the guilt the guilt... was not even thinking of what present for my Dad, as I mentioned yesterday or the day before... I only picked up stocking stuffers for my Mom... and today the doorbell rings and it is a HUGE package from my dad... well, huge not like a yacht, but huge like 2' x2 'x8" huge.
The third present he sends me since 1993 and it has to arrive not a month late like last year, but actually 8 days in advance. Agh!
The guilt the guilt. What to get dad and there is no way it will arrive in time unless I fedex it like last year... big $$ sigh.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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