Category: story time
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a couple of farts
While cleaning up a mess in the basement recently, I found a box of photos I had lost track of for quite a while. I was even a little afraid the photos may have been accidentally tosses with the trash a while back, but no! They were not! And I am so happy about that. Read.
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first thing
First thing I had to do this morning, after getting out of bed and getting dressed, was hop in the car and drive to the office building where I work. Nothing unusual about that, ordinarily, except that I was scheduled to work from home this Friday. So why was I driving to work? Because my Read.
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hide-a-bed
Last night, Tim helped me move a sofa from the bedroom I use as my at-home office to the garage. There’s an awful lot going on in that sentence so let me break it down for you: Tim usually comes over every Saturday night for dinner and a game of Spirit Island. Chances are very Read.
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soured
After brewing a fresh pot of coffee yesterday morning, I refilled the electric kettle with about a liter of water and a half-cup of vinegar to de-scale it. Left it to boil while I returned to the video I had started on my computer. It was not the smartest move I could’ve made. I typically Read.
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revenant
I really thought this little guy was a goner. He was all shriveled up, most of his leaves had gone limp, some had even blackened, and I had no clue what was wrong. I usually kill houseplants by forgetting to water them, but I’d been watering this guy about every ten days, which ought to Read.
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favorite restaurant
I was posted to Misawa Air Base as my last duty assignment in the Air Force. It was simultaneously the worst and the best assignment I had in my 21 years of service. On the very first day, for instance, I was on a charter flight with my wife and kids over the Arctic Circle Read.
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old school
I snapped a photo of the BDU jacket in the background that’s draped over the dining room chair, because I noticed the handle of a hammer I had been searching for, and posted the photo to the group chat my coworkers use with the comment, “I looked everywhere for that hammer.” My coworker Sandra, who Read.
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crumpie
There’s a pretty good reason you’ve never heard the word “crumpie.” Read.
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baling hay
A random memory of helping a buddy bring in some hay from the fields. Read.
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mom voice
I was doing something stupid until I was stopped by THE MOM VOICE Read.
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