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Monday, December 16, 2002   It's Hard To Eat Spaghetti With A Stuffy Nose It's hard to do a lot of stuff with a stuffy nose. Mainly breathing. That's really hard. Anyways. Baldric has finally settled down around the tree. And I did put some tinsel on the tree, but only from the top to about halfway down. Just so its out of reach and he can't eat it. So, the tree does look a little odd. But I had to have my tinsel. I also have candy canes on my tree. Had to look three times at Wal-Mart to find the damn things. Because Wal-mart has a very piss poor selection of candy canes, and they don't plan on getting anymore until next year. Damn the retailers and their lack of Christmas stockings. (Hehehe...bad pun.) And, just for you, Beth, I renamed my archives. Since you refer to them as my artichokes. That one's just for you, baby. I also stopped by my parent's house the other night to get a saw for the tree. Mom is sitting in the junk, I mean, guest room. In it is a sewing machine, her computer, dad's powertools, three typewriters, and other assorted stuff. My mom started asking me questions about how to get her crappy computer to work. A note about the computer--its a Mac, built from all refurbished parts. It can't get on the internet anymore because it no longer has the capacity to run AOL. My mother had to have the hard drive replaced because it was so old that it just died. And now she's bitching because she lost some sort of spreadsheet program. I don't think they make it anymore. And as she's sitting there, staring at her computer, listening to me explain why this piece of shit isn't worth the wires in it, she looks up and says that she wishes that I never took her typewriters. If she had her typewriters, she could just align the columns herself and type. What the fuck? Lady, are you blind? I have a typewriter. One. That I bought. You have three. Two aren't even electric, they are that freaking old. And you can't use one of them because I took the one typewriter that you never used because I owned it? I can't believe these people clam that they are related to me. (Even though they are good for a laugh.) posted by jaime | 10:19 PM 0 comments

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