MG made a fart joke and quit drinking. High five, girl. May you be forever spared the smell of people eating McDonald’s food.
I have a small collection of recyclables to return, someday when I’m broke enough that it’s worth it (so, prolly … next week?)
Instead, I dragged a trash bag of unwanted clothes to Goodwill that I’d sorted thanks to Doper encouragement here:
and got a new light bulb for my lava lamp, so my home will be all grooooooovy again, man!
Now I’m driving to Grand Rapids to meet The Parental Units again for another meal. Yesterday went so nicely - think we can pull off a two-fer?
I’m way more relaxed, since we won’t be inside my home, which is just chockablock full of things to question/criticize. This is just a meal on neutral territory. I ain’t a-skeered.
She says, dicking around on The Dope to put off starting the drive.