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Tales from the High Road…
I consider it a gross abuse of my kindness and familial obligation to be tardy to an event you have asked me to help you with. OMG! Case and point: Helping my brother move the last pieces of furniture from his old apartment to his new one. He asks for my help because I have a truck and trailer (I totally “fit in” here in Texas, who knew?). I told him I wanted to get started at 9am because (SURPRISE!) it is still hot in Texas in September, and lately, by noon the heat is in the high nineties and I am even less interested to do any heavy manual…
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Is it Football Season Already?
Sunday night saw a barrage of postings and status updates on facebook about football season, and what everyone was doing in relation to it.
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Hey, mr horrible, You suck.
I know he won’t read this, ever. But I feel like if I don’t rant on this somehow, it is going to fester and rot inside of me. I try not to spend time thinking about the waste of space that is mr horrible. However, sometimes he just manages to do or say something that gets under my skin, and all I want to do is punch him in the throat.
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Blocking the Blockhead
mr horrible called after midnight three times in a row. Can't block him — co-parenting agreement. I'm waiting for the day I feel nothing but contempt.
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Recompense of a Liar
He lied to me for 14 years and then expected the truth when it counted. I kept every divorce plan from him because payback is a bitch.
