demonspawnmom

It's been a long-arsed while since I've had the privilege of seeing your posts. Hope all is going well for you and your feline friends.

It's been like this all day - gray, louring skies, puffs of cold wind, and tornadoes happening in Kansas.

Frothy is out of the race. Ok, what have we here to choose from? A little fat pig-faced man and a gangling lawyer who was apparently HATCHED.

BTW, UPDATE THE GODDAMN TAG LIST. Thank you.

I'm working in Goodwill, and it's a different place to work. Part of the work force is "disabled" in some fashion, either mentally or physically. I've been doing some hard-as-hell physical labor, standing 8 hours a day, sorting clothes and discovering just what people think they can get away with donating.

Underwear. I don't buy my underwear at a second-hand store as a rule. I'm not buying anything that's been in intimate contact with someone else, EVEN if the stuff's clean. Skid marks. Check. Mouse turds. Check. Dribble marks. Check. Stray DNA. Check and YECCH!!

Thank the gods the place doesn't smell like a lot of second-hand stores I've been in - that nasty, musty scent that coats the inside of your nose and lungs.

I'm out of shape, for sure. I was one giant ache below the waist.

I'm back. Can someone tell me how to kick some of the friends off? I managed to extricate myself from most of the communities, but there's no button to click to say, "It's been real, it's been surreal, fish."

Spent time with my father, will take roadtrip to see mother, having time with Navy daughter, watched Marx Brothers and Abbott and Costello movies.

Anti-joy: losing my job, having youngest son in a group home.

The joy outweighs the anti-joy.

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BuilderBoi will be going to a group home later on today. He had a breakdown last week, before winter break, and he threw a chair at a cop and tried to hit his counselor with his bookbag. (He hit a teacher instead. Scary as hell for her and us.)

I also watched a lot of bad 50's-60's sf movies this evening, including a horrid Dr. Who offering with Peter Cushing as the doctor. I mean, it was so bad it was BAD, along the lines of "Manos" bad. (If you haven't seen "Manos", it's the Worst. Movie. Ever. Made.)

I really need to go to bed.