Sunday, Dec. 18, 2005 - 2:31 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Setting up the Bath
well, the boy is out at the office christmas party.
Not back yet.
It was a 'must have had a ticket already' deal, and he had only ordered one back when it was necessary to buy them. (it IS nice to know he hadn't planned to go with his ex).
So I got a good night's work done for the first time in ages.
Yes I have been getting up before 8am for more than a week.
Huge snow here.
But she overdid it a couple days ago, and is paying for it now.
Well, while waiting for the boy to return, I am having a hookah, a bath, a novel, a grilled cheese and a peppermint tea. All at the same time. As soon as the bathtub fills up. Dang it is slow.
ok, gotta go check the grilled cheese though!
btw, I am still grinning.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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