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phew...

last night, I drove boy to his qi gong class, then hit kmart for some hangers. i picked up xiane when she got off work and she very kindly helped me unload the car at the new place. i took her home and grabbed tom on my way home.

today...
loaded some more boxes with stuff, put 'em in the car... did loads of dishes. now we're going to go into town to drop off yet another load. and I think that we're going to be naughty and get some pizza. we shouldn't, but the bills have been paid and there's enough for a couple slices of pizza to tide us over.

ugh. tired. i shouldn't have loaded the car by myself, even the light boxes... the two heavy boxes of cookbooks are the ones that are kicking my ass right now.

ah, well. time to get dressed in something that doesn't resemble cargo shorts and a tshirt (even though it's a Terminal Ready tshirt, which makes me uber-cool). i feel like a 12 year old boy in this get-up.




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explodingcat and I are sitting here, watching The Daily Show, which is just starting.

We hear the sound of a bug flying--a ladybug or box elder beetle. They fly around our ceiling fan, trying to land... it's on, so they get dizzy and end up hitting the walls fairly frequently.

Anyhow, it hit the wall and fell down behind boy's guitar. He looks up at the same time.

me: "It fell behind your thinger."
boy: "It's called a twanger."

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this makes me cackle

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