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Reduced to a list

This is what we've come to.  My brain can no longer create flowy paragraphs of wonderfulness, so instead, we'll just tick off some things I've been doing/thinking about.

C at next to the cute girl at school again this morning.  I don't even know.

Star 94.9 has changed up it's formatting and it is blissful.  It's good music, current, relevant, etc. but no trashy pop crap.  They play a little of everything.  So, if you see me cruising down Florence Blvd, belting it at the top of my lungs while having my own private dance party, just look away.

I spent money on something today I never knew I needed before.  Boot straps.  As in, remember the stirrup pants of the 90s?  Well, now you can purchase a removable stirrup.  It's for keeping your pants pulled down in your boots.  When he reads it, this will also be the first M knows of said purchase.

I'm fixing to make my eight move in nine years.  No one should have to pack up their life that many times.

M is going to kill me if I don't stop buying Craigslist furniture.  I got C a dresser for his room, a super long dresser for myself, and last night I came in with a redone buffet for the living room.  Grand total spent $305.  Really, I feel I've done him a favor.  Those items could easily have cost 10x that if purchased new, so he's welcome.

Last night, M made a list of things we need to do before next Saturday.  The list was a full sheet of paper long.  Between the move and C's new fondness for the ladies, I may wind up committed.

I've recorded, but not watched, ANY of our favorite fall shows.  So, I hope that when Dish move's our box, they're all still there.  I know, it's a silly problem, but I'll need something to watch after the Braves win the whole show.

If you're going to get a bang trim, what's the ideal window to get that done before family pictures?  Days, a week, suggestions?

We're installing baseboards tonight.  I can see you turning green from here.

And, we're done.

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