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Extended applesauce orientation
Today the remaining apples require one more break from school. Hopefully, this will not take as long as last time, though they are definitely dirtier and will take more time in scrubbing.
Probably from mice crawling over them, or something....
As usual, Ma has planned ahead for the meal tonight. Yes, we're talkin' frozen pizza and pop.
My legs are already tired and there is much standing ahead. But if I get a DVT or something, at least I'll have gone down with the sauce.
You can be sure I'll be keeping a sharp eye out for any mousey marauders. Now that the field's been harvested (still have to post about that...) all the little critters are doing re-enactments of "The-Disgusting-Verminish-Disease-spreading-Squeakers That Came in from the Cold."
Oh....there goes one now....
*STOMP*
On a more ominous note, I had another one of those frustrating college dreams last night. Couldn't find room 20 of Philathea Hall for my anatomy class. Every time I tried to read my schedule, I had to take off my glasses to discern the fine print.
Always nice to wake up and realize I have 10 hours of standing on my feet mashing cooked apples through a sieve ahead of me, instead of an intellectually stimulating environment, which as we all know, can be a real bore.
The apples calleth....
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Probably from mice crawling over them, or something....
As usual, Ma has planned ahead for the meal tonight. Yes, we're talkin' frozen pizza and pop.
My legs are already tired and there is much standing ahead. But if I get a DVT or something, at least I'll have gone down with the sauce.
You can be sure I'll be keeping a sharp eye out for any mousey marauders. Now that the field's been harvested (still have to post about that...) all the little critters are doing re-enactments of "The-Disgusting-Verminish-Disease-spreading-Squeakers That Came in from the Cold."
Oh....there goes one now....
*STOMP*
On a more ominous note, I had another one of those frustrating college dreams last night. Couldn't find room 20 of Philathea Hall for my anatomy class. Every time I tried to read my schedule, I had to take off my glasses to discern the fine print.
Always nice to wake up and realize I have 10 hours of standing on my feet mashing cooked apples through a sieve ahead of me, instead of an intellectually stimulating environment, which as we all know, can be a real bore.
The apples calleth....
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posted by Ma Hoyt | 9:22 AM
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Keep on stompin', Ma.
Remember that Sunday morning when you 'stomped' one with your high heel, Mommy?
Yep, that has to be a nightmare. Philathea doesn't even have a room 20, and they would hold anatomy classes in the Science Center, even back in your day.
I do remember that, Sharon. And that mouse was probably drugged up too, though by Daddy's hand, not mine.
What I DIDN't tell you about in the dream was that Dr. Sandy gave me bogus directions.....so, I'm gonna hafta give him a piece of my mind someday.
Did I mention that I passed on the blog address?
-your ever-loving daughter Sharon
To who? I mean...to whom?
*bites nails*
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