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Floundering in Camphor
Apr. 8th, 2002 08:49 pmBack after a bout with sinuses. Yech.
And absolutely nothing interesting has happened in the meantime. Josh is coming over for dinner on Wednesday, Dad keeps threatening to marry me off to Jerry as part of a business deal, my hands are cold and nothing ever changes.
On the upshot my "dowry" -such as it is- was added to today. So far it consists of:
~ a broken soapdish
~ a screwdriver
~ three plates
~ a towel with bleach spots
~ the back of a broken chair (new addition!)
~ $14.57 in change
~ a tv that only gets Pax.
~ two cans of corned beef hash
~ three unripe bananas
If you would like to add to my dowry, so that I can get a "good husband," please leave a comment.
The funny thing is, no one believes me when I tell them the story of how my dad gave my sister a mountain bike and then gave me a screwdriver. He really did that. He also pulled out a loose tooth with a pair of pliers, but no one belives that either. Or the ice cube incident. Mom still holds that I was hallucinating. I keep insisting that she *did* put ice cubes in the tub. (Fever- never a win-win situation.)
And absolutely nothing interesting has happened in the meantime. Josh is coming over for dinner on Wednesday, Dad keeps threatening to marry me off to Jerry as part of a business deal, my hands are cold and nothing ever changes.
On the upshot my "dowry" -such as it is- was added to today. So far it consists of:
~ a broken soapdish
~ a screwdriver
~ three plates
~ a towel with bleach spots
~ the back of a broken chair (new addition!)
~ $14.57 in change
~ a tv that only gets Pax.
~ two cans of corned beef hash
~ three unripe bananas
If you would like to add to my dowry, so that I can get a "good husband," please leave a comment.
The funny thing is, no one believes me when I tell them the story of how my dad gave my sister a mountain bike and then gave me a screwdriver. He really did that. He also pulled out a loose tooth with a pair of pliers, but no one belives that either. Or the ice cube incident. Mom still holds that I was hallucinating. I keep insisting that she *did* put ice cubes in the tub. (Fever- never a win-win situation.)
