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Saturday, October 22, 2005
"Excuse me, waiter? Could I please get some salt for the table please?"
"I'm so very sorry sir. It seems as though a Miss Nay-nay currently has all the salt."
"Yes, she is a salty wench lately."
"Indeed sir. Perhaps some fresh ground pepper?"
In other news, my sister had surgery this week. On Wednesday of this week, she had The Girls reduced. The surgery went well, but a little longer than expected. So after 6+ hours, three hundred stiches, and a lot of Vicaden, she has gone from a "G" to a "C". I know, I thought she was making that letter up too. If nothing else, she gets to avoid looking like Irene Plaines in 40 years. The other plus to the whole ordeal is that it has brought L, J, and S much closer together. All I'm saying there is: I love my sister like...well...a sister, but I'm glad I don't have to help in the whole bathing experience.
Work is work and school is school. Fortunately one of them is ending soon. (That would be school). I wish work were ending, but as it turns out, the lucky numbers from my wife's fortune cookie were not that lucky. We should have known when the cookies was all crumbled that the numbers were no good, but hey, free fortune cookie.
This coming Tuesday marks two months until Christmas. Do you have your Roger Whitaker CD on yet?
Slackers.
Craig @ 4:51 PM
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