I'll be just fine without you

Yesterday, I got home from work, had supper and then proceeded to mow the backyard for roughly 19.5 hours.

I'm going gray. In the last week, I've plucked (or had plucked) 10 distinctly gray intruders from my usually dark brown mop of hair. I blame the cats.

Tonight might be dinner with my brother, and then I'm off to my parent's cottage for the evening and most of tomorrow. Marie's got training all day on Saturday and Sunday for her summer job, so she's missing out. Sunday will be church with Julie and maybe tennis with my brother (if dinner doesn't work out). Four day weeks are the bee's knees.

Also, my old cell phone number (920-420-8032) is no longer working. Thanks for the memories.

For some unknown reason, I'm wearing medium-sized boxer briefs. How they got in my underwear drawer is beyond me, as I haven't worn a medium anything since roughly 1993.

Spray Anything

AND THERE WAS MUCH REJOICING!

I had no idea that the adding of dill to egg salad would be so utterly delicious. I tipped them my last dollar. I now have a nickle and a penny that clanky together unreasonably loudly when I walk around.

If I could find a way to sneak my too-small underwear back to my office from the bathroom, I'd be free-balling right about now.

Believe the lies

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