Thirty years ago today
I got sunburned at
work, but on top of that the ass on my pants ripped wide open. I was pretty
embarrassed walking around with my bum hanging out. In a typical Christian move
I dug up the front of the wrong house.
Lorne complained
to me a couple of times about how slow the new guy Mike is.
When I got home I
called Now Magazine to get them to call me back and confirm the phone number
for my classified ad. It was a good thing I did because I think they had
forgotten about it.
Amazingly I didn't
fall asleep early. I stayed awake and did some paperwork.
Nancy came in late
to do her laundry in my sink. Her new job is a long distance away and so she
was late getting to school yesterday.
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