Kid took “refurbished” phone to Verizon store to get new SIM card. Then it worked, but the audio jack doesn’t work, AT ALL. WTH??? Then phone just stops working, AGAIN? We are pretty patient people, but this is ridiculous.
My dear wife spends 40 each year on the phone with Verizon. After six hours of conversation with a Sri Lankan I said “He is so nice. Please invite his family to drop in any time.”
I think code writers are so removed from reality. None of those guys know how to knot a tie or coach youth sports.
45 years ago I rejected the computer culture. My friends got rich but I have no regrets.
Husband tells me today I should apply for my chaplain residency in Michigan cause he’d love to live there. Managed to stay silent and not say that he’s one of the things I’m planning to leave behind.
Just take the first step and call him. Just humor your mother.
No. Nope. Never.
However unsympathetic it is of me and however unkind I will never ever feel that your need to
gain weight and that your wish that you could eat more and blah blah will ever ever be the same as true
hunger pains because you are counting every calorie.
I find this so insensitive of you. Get that you feel alone in your health and skinny body issues but
I am not the person to offer you support.
So guess what! I am no longer cooking or buying food for you. Not until I achieve my desired weight.
So you will be on your own and you will not be able to say I spent too much on the Halibut or whatever.
Yeah, pretty annoyed tonight.
Dear Crohn’s,
You have already stolen my large intestine, rectum and anus. Please leave my small intestine alone. There is only so much intestine you can have remove.
Take things one at a time, one step at a time and practice patience and deep breathing.
Well, it happened. We ran into you. And you want to rekindle a friendship, it seems. I have to accept the way you are. I love your husband so for his sake I’ll give you a break. Just nod and smile and nod and smile and “ooh” and “aah” appropriately and then come home and have a big glass of forget everything juice.
Ha! I’m going to keep messing with you until you tell me what I want to know, good, bad or indifferent. I don’t care anymore. I just want to know.
How sorry I am I’m not an only child. Sorry, Mom, I’d have made a different choice.
Walked miles the last couple of days and my feet are killing me but can’t complain in real life because my sister in law dropped the food processor on her foot (after making my brother and I margaritas) and as black as those toes look I think she may have broken them. So just so I can whine a bit - “MY FEET ARE KILLING ME!!!”
yes, I am still mad how you compared our situation to a worse version of “The Bachelor”. You cannot tell someone “I almost chose you, but there were things. You’re too extra sometimes and I just can’t take it”. It was cruel. I am not a choice, I am a person. I am not a backup plan. I am tired of you saying how I was second best.
So sorry to lose you, neighbor. It was fun running into you, so many times in the last 2-3 weeks. You were lovely and I hope your wife will grieve and heal soon. 70 is too young.
James Norton is the sexiest ginger vicar ever!!!
I hope this keto-rash goes away asap.
Yes! It’s time for $100,000 pyramid.
Jumping for joy!! Snagged a round trip ticket from Beirut to Boston for $919, and 10% ebates rebate lowers it to $827! S left for Lebanon in August 2016 and hasn’t been home since. He will be here for a month, mid-December to mid-January. The best part is that my parents, along with my sister and her family, will all be visiting for Christmas! So excited. 
Is it really so hard to let me hear your voice once a week? Not asking for a call every day, and texting is great for info and proof of life. But it’s no replacement for your voice to a mother’s ear.
Me thinks someone had a facelift. Explains the absence.
Whew… annual appointment with the breast surgeon out of the way. He’s such a lovely person… an elderly man with a charming Italian accent… and hands that did magic 9 years ago. He always greets me so nicely, with a handshake and a “How are you?” that he actually means.
It’s over…let summer begin!