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rpipuzzleguy! I hope the rest of the year to come is as entertaining for you as its first few hours were :P
Church is like a soap opera. This 15-year-old chick is engaged to the guy whose dad is paying for her heart surgery; Ann is in love with some dude she met online; Colin's heart is as black as his Old Navy flip-flops (or something like that) because he doesn't have a boyfriend and he's apparently doomed to be alone for the rest of his life; Chris chopped his beard off and everyone agrees that he looks like a cross between Riffraff and a hobbit; some random guy showed up in a penguin cult shirt and told us all how futile it is to vote... and then the preteens and some World War II veterans came in for a heart-to-heart in the high school room. Yes, I said church.
I talked to Calvin today for the first time in months. He still misses Anytown to an insane degree. He's miserable in his aunt's house but can't move out because he has no money and can't get a job because there's nowhere to work within walking distance of his house besides a McDonald's, which has already rejected his application. Also, his cousin was murdered by her boyfriend a month ago. The poor kid started crying while we were talking. I promised to find a way to spend some time with him soon, but I feel bad, because there's nothing I can do to help him.
Mom, Link and I went to Powell Gardens today for a tour of the new quilt gardens. It was mostly botanical talk I didn't understand, but I did get to taste a jujube- it was, as the Director of Horticulture described, like an apple dipped in honey. We left shortly after Link ran headlong into a glass door, but it was nice to spend an afternoon with Mom.
Kitchens should not smell like brake fluid.
rpipuzzleguy! I hope the rest of the year to come is as entertaining for you as its first few hours were :PChurch is like a soap opera. This 15-year-old chick is engaged to the guy whose dad is paying for her heart surgery; Ann is in love with some dude she met online; Colin's heart is as black as his Old Navy flip-flops (or something like that) because he doesn't have a boyfriend and he's apparently doomed to be alone for the rest of his life; Chris chopped his beard off and everyone agrees that he looks like a cross between Riffraff and a hobbit; some random guy showed up in a penguin cult shirt and told us all how futile it is to vote... and then the preteens and some World War II veterans came in for a heart-to-heart in the high school room. Yes, I said church.
I talked to Calvin today for the first time in months. He still misses Anytown to an insane degree. He's miserable in his aunt's house but can't move out because he has no money and can't get a job because there's nowhere to work within walking distance of his house besides a McDonald's, which has already rejected his application. Also, his cousin was murdered by her boyfriend a month ago. The poor kid started crying while we were talking. I promised to find a way to spend some time with him soon, but I feel bad, because there's nothing I can do to help him.
Mom, Link and I went to Powell Gardens today for a tour of the new quilt gardens. It was mostly botanical talk I didn't understand, but I did get to taste a jujube- it was, as the Director of Horticulture described, like an apple dipped in honey. We left shortly after Link ran headlong into a glass door, but it was nice to spend an afternoon with Mom.
Kitchens should not smell like brake fluid.
