We had a new guest tonight. Everyone but me is from or grew up in Virginia. My husband did not like a choice he was making, so they got in a chat about it. I was not there,
"Good points", my husband said, "But have some, Virginia pride. Start buying...."
I never heard him say such a thing. Didn't know there was such a thing, either. But the man responded to this, immediately.
We both really liked him and he liked us. And the pasta and cookies!
Found up my newsletters and blog notices are only intermittently being sent to all subscribers. Like they sent them to a mere 2% of my subscribers! On hold for 20 minutes.
My neighbor left the care center for a doc appointment in the city. They sent her straight to the hospital. I guess it will be a miracle if she survives, but sitting with her yesterday, what I got is, if they plug a liver in her, she'll be fine
I hope they plug a liver in her!
My husband was giving me a big lecture about the black GORILLA tape, which is not regular duct tape. Baaaad things can happen, if it sticks to itself, see.
"Well, if you think I am going to get in trouble with this tape, then get me some regular black duct tape," I said.
"No, I'm just saying..."
"You can't handle the tape!" I said, playing, Jack Nicholson, in, A Few Good Men.
He had to laugh.
I miss Mars Uranus, outside the bad things that happened. It really kicked me into a new dimension. Free and exhilarating.