Category: O’Folks
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thriller
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Thanksgiving dinner
The main dish of our Thanksgiving dinner this year was a lovely roast of lamb covered in pesto and cooked to perfection. Tim’s mother offered to cut his Thanksgiving lamb into little pieces for him, but he managed just fine on his own in spite of a broken hand and the pain it obviously caused Read.
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broken
The doorbell rang at three-thirty this morning. Coincidentally, I was lying half-awake in bed trying to motivate myself to get out of bed and clean up the cat yak that I was pretty sure I just heard Boo leave on the floor right next to me. Half of me wanted to leave it until morning; Read.
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smoothies
Sometime last summer, My Daring B started making smoothies every morning. We took them to work with us. She drank hers almost right away; I think of smoothies as something you eat rather than drink, so I saved mine for lunch. At some point during the summer, I started making the smoothies because B usually Read.
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a memory hole
[The management wishes to inform you that this drivel was originally posted on September 28, 2008. We beg your indulgence to repost it mostly so B can rub my face in it.] We went to the Black Horse auction north of DeForest and planned to spend pretty much all day there. Haven’t done that for Read.
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sleepy time
We used to let our cats sleep with us, but after we brought Scooter home from the Dane County Humane Society two Christmases ago, we had to lock them out because Scooter wanted to sleep on our heads. I don’t like a cat sleeping on my pillow. Anywhere else but my pillow is okay, but Read.
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Women’s March
B and I went to the Women’s March yesterday. I didn’t know there was going to be a Women’s March in Madison so we almost missed it, but B pointed out that it was being organized on Facebook, which explains why I, the Twitter junkie, totally missed it. By the time B got out of Read.
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kegle
The other day I peed my pants like a little boy and survived to tell the tale. It all started with breakfast at the Avenue Club, a venerable Madison supper club on East Washington Avenue. We went there to take advantage of their New Year’s unlimited pancake breakfast. They brought each of us two freshly-baked Read.
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stinky
Oh my god this new cat sinks. Walking into his room is like being hit in the face with a fresh cow pat. The alchemy in his guts that turns water and kibble into mustard gas is something the military should probably check out. For many years, we have relied on our cats to tell Read.
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overrun
We’ve had a mouse problem for a long time. When Bonkers The Cat was around and was still full of piss and vinegar, he did his part to keep the mouse population under control. Boo would play with the mice that Bonkers chased out of the corners, but I don’t think she ever went looking Read.
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