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Monday Monday

I know I've said it before, but I'll say it again. I love Mondays.

Just got back from the gym and my workout, which has left me feeling great about the day. All except for one thing. It's going to hit 87 or higher here today. This will force me to put ice cubes down my shirt in order not to have a near death experience. I'm not one to enjoy sweltering heat waves unless I can carry ice packs in my clothing. It's also nice that our new baby has air conditioning. I'd live in it this summer, but gas prices prohibit that sort of fun.

I'm hoping that hubby can get the AC hooked up within the next week or so. It's that or risk me getting frostbite again.

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  1. Unknown12:24 PM

    Dearest Vicus Scurra, I somehow deleted your comment. Here it is again:

    Darling, ice pack down you clothing sounds like a device (if somewhat eccentric) to keep yourself comfortable. Ice cubes sound like a perversion. (I do not mind if you are a pervert, you understand - I have few enough friends.)

    My response is....Moi?

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  2. Romeo Morningwood1:19 PM

    My word YOU ARE A REAL WRITER!!!
    Goodness I cannot fathom from whence you summon your strength to facilitate the humor via the stress.
    You're amazing!

    Between you and the barn door if I couldn't laugh at life I wouldn't be here today. My sense of the absurd is both my offense and defense due to the strict limitations that the Creator has placed on my cognitive powers.

    And now my frickin' memory is goin'..that's the worst..where was I..

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  3. Unknown1:30 PM

    Shhhhh! Don't tell anyone, but I'm not really a writer. I just use that excuse to get some free therapy at the expense of my readers. :grin:

    You're a writer sir. From your blog I found that you are writing some biographies? Am I wrong?

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