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[phosfate]

Agh. Looking after tiny cranky coughing occasionally delirious woman. Not delirious so much, but when she nods off she starts talking to various invisible and/or deceased friends. Tennis in New York is rained out once again, so when she's awake she's homicidal. I'm considering putting on The Blair Witch Project at full volume and hiding her remote (she can't work the actual buttons on the machines even when she can walk).

I probably won't, though.

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[strawberrythief.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha... those are pretty much the same reasons why my mom loves the Williams sisters. She sits in her doublewide in Dixie and roots and hollers for them (when she's not haranguing me via IDX line about the weather.) Of course, she also loves The Osbournes.

You've got to be stacking up some world-class good karma out of all this, you know. I'm talking poolboy-fetching-daquiris-type major good karma.