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Mom,
Well, you did raise me to tell the truth. I'd say you've brought this one on yourself. I will be bringing a cola, at least. For emergencies, of course. So, how's the lint trap in your dryer doing these days? I need to wash my sheets and blankets over the break, and ... they've been furred. The Valentine-kitty apparently spends all of his unsupervised waking hours rolling around on my sheets for maximum sheddage. This could stop up your lint trap but good. In theory, he really should be bald by now.
Oh, and at my job, the Cheese Lady just arrived to deliver the goat cheese to those in the office who participate in the goat cheese delivery service. She calls her goats, 'the girls', and is possibly the nicest lady I've ever talked to. The cheese looks damn good, too. But, it is freaking weird to be sitting at your desk and have to sign for the cheese delivery and then put it in the refrigerator. Goat cheese delivery service. In a town where you can't even get anyone to pump your gas for you.
The Daughter In Question |
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12.21.04 - 4:29 pm | #
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Mom,
Ew. I knew I was right not to trust your cereal boxes on top of the fridge! The brother informed me once that he saw you officiating over an unholy marriage of old cereal with new cereal. I knew you were sneaky. Well, for the record, I never did like eating cereal at home after hearing that. That's why I won't eat ice cream at Mamaw's house. I had some there as a child and it was old. It had weird, gummy texture and was totally freezer burned. I guess if you grew up eating boiled boot stew or whatever the hell people ate during the Depression, freezer burned ice cream isn't that big a deal. But, to a spoiled child of the '80's who was accustomed to fresh ice cream, it was really quite nasty. Bleeeaaahhhh.
The Daughter In Question |
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12.21.04 - 4:57 pm | #
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Did you know that I knew you knew that? And now that you're grown and gone, I cater to your caprices, food-wise. That's why there are always brand new unopened boxes of cereal when you kids come home. Sneaky as I am, I don't know how to re-seal the inner bag and make the outside look untampered-with. So those really are new boxes. I'm not caving with the crackers, though. If you don't like them, bring your own.
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12.21.04 - 5:09 pm | #
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Ahhhhh, it's so nice that you all can communicate and get along so well!!! 
-G
Garrison Steelle |
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