Category: My Darling B
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bees tablet
My Darling B got a tablet for late Christmas. I got a worm farm. I guess we know who came out ahead in that deal. Actually, the worm farm is for both of us, inasmuch as it’s meant to dispose of all the kitchen scraps My Darling B leaves behind for me to clean up Read.
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good on ya
For years, My Darling B has been She Who Trains Newbies in the DMV office she works in, but that was unofficial. She was good at it, so the powers that be assigned her the task more often than not. When the official job came open recently, she was a shoe-in for it. Even so, Read.
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cat story
Poor B had a stuffy nose that woke her up this morning. I had a cat that woke me up. If I had to pick one, I guess I’d take the cat. If the cat wakes me up, at least I don’t feel like I’ve been smothered with a pillow, unless the cat wakes me Read.
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heaven
After the Mayan apocalypse brought the end of the universe some time late last night, I woke up this morning curled up around My Darling B. I always hoped that, if there was a heaven, it would be something like this. I had to work yesterday but, when quitting time was drawing near, I shot Read.
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chicken
I had no plan for dinner last night and no idea what I could have scrounged up from the pantry even if I’d come up with a plan at the last minute. I couldn’t even suggest a place to go eat when My Darling B posed the customary Thursday night question, “What’s for dinner?” I Read.
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Up All Night
Your devoted drivelmeister was out way past his bed time last night, boys and girls, and he brings back reports of a rich chocolate treat that is the talk of the town. A brownie, I believe. Or it may have been a goulash. I know a rich chocolate goulash sounds a bit unconventional, so maybe Read.
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eye roll
My Darling B has leveled a challenge: She believes that, if I were to tell anybody how many typewriters I own, I would get an eye-roll from practically everyone. Well, here is a group shot of every typewriter I own: On the far left: A Smith-Corona Silent, one of the first typewriters I bought from Read.
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delivery
There was a package waiting on the front stoop yesterday evening. “That looks too big to be the thing I ordered,” My Darling B said when she spotted it as we pulled into the driveway. “Did you order something?” “Maybe.” Looking sideways at me she asked, “Is it a typewriter?” Pause. “Maybe.” Rolling her eyes, Read.
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mouse is a dish that’s best eaten live
Bonkers wanted up in my lap. I was blogging. I said no. He sat and pouted for a while until he fell asleep sitting up. When he jerked himself awake, he sauntered off toward the dining room, probably to slop water from his bowl all over the floor. He’s getting good at that. Several minutes Read.
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How to see Milwaukee on just $500 a day – Part 3
Just a bit more drivel about Milwaukee and then I’m done for a while, I promise. Almost as good as being in the audience for one of our favorite radio shows was having the great good luck to find a place to stay for the night as comfy and warm as the County Clare Inn. Read.
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