110 degrees with the heat index. Day number 3 of getting up at 5:30 so I can be at the field with my cooler by 6:15AM.
Delusional from the sun, I am imagining be-sequined black afro'd back-up dancers singing "Ooo, talkin' bout a heatwave!". Think Sister Act. I know.
The good news is: I think my tongue is dyed permanently blue from the 4 liters (I'm absolutely serious) of delicious, delicious poweraid that I drank today.
PS- I fucking hate glorified secretaries with PhDs. And a democratic socialist state that sanctions their existence. That is all.
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He's got a good point. People are too quick to forget pets.
Ed. I love any reference to Deloras VanCartier.
Mands-
What about the gays?! What about the gays. Loves.
Garet-
That's why you're family. Loves.
You people are too silly for words...but that's why I loves ya!! *smooch*
"Hate" is such a strong word, Ed. What you "hate" is global warming, not some functionary in a low-level government job who--by the way--has vacation time, sick days, personal days, government holidays, medical insurance, dental insurance,and.... Well, that IS who you hate, isn't it?
haha. I was laughing way too much to be sad when the cat shit in the bed. It was unbefuckinglievable.
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