I guess I’m a different person every time I go home, but things there stay rooted in comfort. And I have so much to say and yet nothing about the perfect visit.
My dad was glad to have me home. He made his famous pizza at my request. And chicken and mashed potatoes. And Donna made [...]
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The next entry I write, I promise, will be about my trip back home. Short version: had a fantastic time. Couldn’t have been better.
And awaiting me in the mail was the freedom I’ve been looking for: the payoff for my car loan.
I wasn’t sure when I’d be done paying; this month or next, but apparently [...]
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I’m in Michigan, staying with my dad.
Home away from home. Home. Things stay the same, things change.
Glad to be here.
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I might need a new category for stupid things Mel B. does.
Stick with me … This might be a long story.
If you want your info now: My hair is streaky raspberry red and I went to a seminar this way.
Now, for the long, meandering story…
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You know how all the politicians and busy-body “concerned members of the community” get upset about saggin’ pants?
I’m not a big fan of the fashion myself. Never need to see someone’s underwears out in public.
But yesterday, the door rang. I was expected an overdue package. Luckily, the UPS drivers around here ring the doorbell and [...]
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In the spirit of my long-neglected blogging on shopping carts …
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