Category: story time
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bass beat
Ah, the sweet peace and restful quiet of staying in a B&B … NEXT TO THE DANCE CLUB WITH A FIFTY MEGATON STEREO SYSTEM Read.
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build a fire
I suffered an especially painful case of dry-eye last night and when I told My Darling B about it, she said, “Maybe you need a humidifier in the bedroom.” What I heard her say was, “Maybe you need to make a fire in the bedroom.” When she says something that doesn’t make any sense at Read.
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life skills
Random recollection: My mom told me she wanted to teach me and my brother some basic housekeeping skills: cooking, cleaning, that sort of thing. Dad wouldn’t allow it, apparently because it was women’s work. Fast-forward a couple years: I was living on my own in an apartment in England. I had to call my mother Read.
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glug
I was assigned to RAF Digby in 1999 and worked there for two years with a couple dozen British people and maybe eight or nine Americans. I can’t tell you what I did there for the Air Force but I can tell you I drank a lot of tea on the job. That’s not a Read.
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hacked
My Darling B’s Twitter account was hacked! She sat down on Tuesday afternoon to see what manner of madness befell the world and discovered that someone had logged into her account and posted a few hundred tweets extolling the greatness of a particular brand of cryptocurrency. After several failed attempts to log in, she finally Read.
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rabbit hole
I bought a computer keyboard. I didn’t need a computer keyboard. I needed to make my computer keyboard quieter, so I went down a rabbit hole of YouTube videos about computer keyboards and I got the mistaken impression that I could make my keyboard quieter by swapping out the switches. Okay, this already doesn’t make Read.
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icy cold
I took a walk in the evening after finishing up work, which is worth mentioning only because the temperature was oh-hell-no degrees below freezing but I needed to get out of the house. Besides, I still have the parka the Air Force issued to me when I was stationed at Misawa, at the northern tip Read.
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big log
I don’t know if this is the weirdest thing I’ve ever done, but many years ago while a medical doctor was trying to diagnose a little trouble I was having with my gastrointestinal tract, she asked me to keep a diary of what I ate and each time I pooped. She also wanted to know Read.
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in a jam
Looking for a radio station to listen to on the way to work (because the one we were listening to ruined the morning by playing the pina colada song – thanks a whole hell of a lot, WIBA) I stopped briefly on one of those shows where three noisy people talk over each other about Read.
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latched
I had to work on my car last weekend and it turned out well, so now I get to brag about it a little bit. The battery in our Subaru died so I had to replace it. That wasn’t the hard part, although I have to say that the guy at Batteries Plus tried to Read.
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