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Jun. 26th, 2005 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcJust finished processing what will very nearly be the last batch of memberships I process for Harbour City Bears. Type, pdf, print, cut, laminate, label, stuff, seal. Repeat X times. Waddle down to post box on corner. Waddling is yet to come.
Rang Ma last night, who had been having a bad week last week. When I spoke to here last week she was having a tough time breathing and had gone onto steroids again. What made more of a suck was a planned overnight trip to Atlantic City with Ma, Da, Nanny and a couple of the aunts. “I don’t think I’m gonna make to Atlantic City” was her rather dejected assessment of the situation. Me? I was more concerned about what this might portend for Ma’s health.
Dang it if they didn’t go to Atlantic City, and had a near flawless time. “I lost my breath for no reasons at the machines when we first got there, but after that I was fine.” She won herself $300 too! A great time was had by all. Mystery brother Mike is also regifting his honkin’ big meda HDTV TV to the ‘rents--so big it wouldn’t fit in anyone’s van or SUV: Mike’s borrowing a pickup to...uh....pick it up and drop it off? [brain fart] I’m pleased she’s pleased. Yeah, pleased.
We dined with the lovely Joe and Adam hier soir. Great guys, sexy, smart, politically astute, the meal was so-so, but the evening not. We then popped into a birthday party for Young (”30 10”) Mikey upstairs at the shift. But post-prandial lassitude held sway, so we adjourned chez nous.
Today I shall waddle to post box, ablute, have (please Jaysus) sex with men other than my husband at a sauna, then meet said husband in Newtown for a filum.
Rang Ma last night, who had been having a bad week last week. When I spoke to here last week she was having a tough time breathing and had gone onto steroids again. What made more of a suck was a planned overnight trip to Atlantic City with Ma, Da, Nanny and a couple of the aunts. “I don’t think I’m gonna make to Atlantic City” was her rather dejected assessment of the situation. Me? I was more concerned about what this might portend for Ma’s health.
Dang it if they didn’t go to Atlantic City, and had a near flawless time. “I lost my breath for no reasons at the machines when we first got there, but after that I was fine.” She won herself $300 too! A great time was had by all. Mystery brother Mike is also regifting his honkin’ big meda HDTV TV to the ‘rents--so big it wouldn’t fit in anyone’s van or SUV: Mike’s borrowing a pickup to...uh....pick it up and drop it off? [brain fart] I’m pleased she’s pleased. Yeah, pleased.
We dined with the lovely Joe and Adam hier soir. Great guys, sexy, smart, politically astute, the meal was so-so, but the evening not. We then popped into a birthday party for Young (”30 10”) Mikey upstairs at the shift. But post-prandial lassitude held sway, so we adjourned chez nous.
Today I shall waddle to post box, ablute, have (please Jaysus) sex with men other than my husband at a sauna, then meet said husband in Newtown for a filum.
