I'm all discombobulated.

I’m still reeling from the news of poopah chalupa’s death.

My hair is filthy.

I burned my tongue at Thanksgiving dinner, and I have yet to regain the use of the taste buds in its center.

I brought home a Ton O’ Crap[sup]TM[/sup] from my parents’ house, and I’ve unpacked less than half of it.

I really, really need to de-hair my legs.

I gave my mom one of my stories to read, and I’m now wondering if that was a good idea. I hope she doesn’t chortle and say, “Ha ha, that girl is you, isn’t she? Because she has big boobs!” Also, I used a cousin’s name for a walk-on character, and I just know she’ll want to know why that is. No real reason, just that I have to get my names where I can get them, and he has a mellifluous name. Letting your mom read your stuff is like letting her see you in a swimsuit. It can’t not be embarrassing. Oh, and the mom is her, in one of her good moods. Paging Dr. Freud…

I showed Mr. Rilch my HS graduation photo, and he didn’t like it. Said he, “The Molly Ringwald look didn’t suit you.” Well, excuse the f*** out of me. Short hair worked for me at the time. My mom wanted me to have a mullet, and the only way to assert myself follicularly was to keep it short. Also, I thought he would pick up on what I like about the photo (and I like it a lot): the fact that I’m not looking at the camera. I thought it was very sophisticated, and still do. Does this mean I really was unattractive back then? I wish I could scan it and get feedback from the Teeming Millions.

I can’t believe chalupa’s gone. I really didn’t know him, but it still diminishes me.

My dad has developed palsy in his hands. :frowning:

And we never did watch the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special, of which I brought the DVD. Three times I suggested it, and three times, six people agreed, but we never watched it. So much for tradition. I mean, I knew Planes, Trains and Automobiles was out of the question, but jeez, a 25-minute show…?

Wait a minute. You have big boobs? Or you want big boobs?

I hope you regain your combobulation soon.

yojimboguy: I have 'em.

jjimm: Thank you.

I wonder how long my dad has been like this (palsy). Looking back, I now realize that he’s always been kind of restless, always having to do something with his hands. If he had nothing constructive to do with them, he would drum his fingers. So that could have covered up tremors for a long time.

Maybe your husband didn’t like the graduation photo because the hairstyle made you look a lot different than the way he knows and loves you now. (Case in point from my experience: my man’s hair is slightly thinning at the front. I find that he looks odd in pictures of him when his hair was very thick in front)

Maybe he just didn’t think it suited you. It’s only an opinion after all.

[Dr Nick]
You’re going to give yourself skin failure!!
[/Dr Nick]

[Elaine Benes]

Like you’ve ever been combobulated!

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poopah chalupa died???

I’ve got new razor. I can help with that bit. I think I’ll pass helping with the rest though.

Oh my, I just read the thread that said he died. Turned my happy mood sour pretty quick…:frowning:
If it helps any, I feel kind of discombobulated too.

I have an appliance called a Silk-Epil. I just couldn’t use it at night because it’s noisy. (That’s why I said “de-hair” instead of “shave”.)

Tansu, that’s a good point.

Here’s hoping your recombobulation comes at no great price… Salud!

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It’s all unpacked. One box contained stuff I’d rejected; Mr. Rilch put it in the truck by mistake. It was mostly books; I took them to a used-book store, and they actually gave me five bucks! I was expecting them to laugh in my face.

An entire box of used books, and all you got was $5? Musta been some crappy books. . . :slight_smile:

I have a recombobulation machine you can use over at my place. Of course for some reason you have to be wearing a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader outfit when you use it. (I hate using it myself) but you are more than welcome to come over.

As far as the story, hey aren’t you supposed to write what you know?

Oh and I look like a total fool in my senior year picture. Now I look like a 60% fool.

They were complete crap, dantheman; that’s what I’m saying. Like, the second installment in a teen-paperback series from the '80s, that lasted for three books and about ten people bought the third one. And a copy of Games People Play, with some of the worst cover art I’ve ever seen, and some books that had already been sold used, with 1/4 of the cover sliced off so they’re not officially “stripped” books. And one paperback had had the entire cover come off in one piece. They took that one, too!

Zebra, if I could fit into a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader outfit, I wouldn’t need to be recombobulated. :wink:

Ah, that kind of crap. Not ebay crap. Crap crap.

I’m glad I’m not the only one who would like to see Rilchiam dress up like a cheerleader.

What? What’re you guys staring at?