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My kids love those Flintstones Gummy Vitamins.
The other day we got a big jar while shopping and the jar soon disappeared from the cabinet. Mysterious.
Apparently Molly brought them downstairs to give some to Nate. Instead of bringing them back upstairs she hid them behind the computer monitor. Over the following few days they ate as many as ten each per day, hiding the jar back behind the computer monitor.
La began to wonder where they were and did a bit of investigation and naturally both played dumb. When she found the jar today, they confessed after a lengthy interrogation.
I don't really care for the gummy kind but I'll confess that I loved the old-school non-gummy ones they had out when I was a kid.
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A Monday, and nobody out in the world really cares and whatever can be said can and is said and nothing matters. The soundtrack slows, gets sharp and thick and things fall off the mind until the only thought left is that nothing matters at all. All these little universes, worlds, made up of little transient thoughts, little universes that intersect and interact through the day, bumping into each other, exchanging barbs and pleasantries and horseshit.
The sun sets, we all go home, put some fat, sugar, and salt into our bodies and distract ourselves in mindless, meaningless ways until we can no longer keep our eyes open, while our lifetimes slide on by. While our kids grow up. Paint chips, jeans fade and grass grows.
A few of us are cursed to feel it. Another bullshit Monday gone forever.
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"She let him know she would keep him in style... as long as he could keep her satisfied."
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God bless Redd Foxx. Tell me that wouldn't be a dream come true right there.
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I did another lunch walk today, took a very long route to Jimmy John's. My leg felt good, again had some discomfort in my calf. If I think hard enough I can imagine the pain in my thigh. It almost feels like there is a shadow of the pain in there.
I'm discovering the smell of "street poo," where folks poop in random places on the street. There's also a considerable amount of "street hurl." The smell hangs in a cloud in the vicinity of the action, acting as an organic heads up. Or down as it were.
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From NBC Chicago:
A married man who planned to rendezvous with one of his handful of lovers at an eastern Wisconsin motel instead got his penis glued to his stomach, according to court documents.
Four women, including his wife, showed up to bind and blindfold the man, plus place the adhesive on his package, all in a bizarre plot to punish him for a lover's quadrangle gone bad, says the Calumet County docs.
I'm sorry, it's hilarious. I'm assuming he was at full mast when they glued it and had to keep it in place for the glue to set. Then as I think about it he must have had to keep himself at full mast to prevent things from... well... who the hell knows really.
This would make an excellent "very special episode" of Two and a Half Men.
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I took a very long, indirect route to lunch today and my leg felt really good. I think they finally hit the right spot. After about half a mile I started feeling some heaviness in my left calf and I think that might actually be the L5-S1 spot that they didn't hit. This shot was L4 which seems to be the troublemaker.
Compared to the usual pain/discomfort, the calf thing is manageable. I know this sounds crazy but I was thinking of maybe walking home tonight, although 11.5 miles is probably pushing it a little. Just a little.
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