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fifty two and wet
Oct. 7th, 2005 04:09 pmIt's frigid out there. The last time I checked it was 52 and raining. Oi! I need to unpack my long sleeved shirts and a coat. I did break down and put on my boots this morning and I'm ever so glad I did.
Don't you laugh at me, the other day it was 100. 52 seems mighty cold.
I baked brownies and sugar cookies last night. There were some blue sprinkles on my hashbrowns this morning, so clearly I didn't wipe up as well as I thought. But the treats have been well liked by my unit.
I'm on the head injury hotline today it seems. Kid after kid, and babies on drugs. What the hell is going on out there? Ugh. Though we had a good long laugh out of the woman who went to the police station to give a statement in her check fraud case and was carrying a bunch of crack rocks in her pocket. Who the hell takes crack to the police station?!? The police then went to the home and asked stepdad about the drugs. He played dumb. The 6 year old said "I know where they are!" and led the police right to mom and stepdad's stash. Dude. The moral of the story is don't let your kids know where you keep the drugs and don't take a freaking bunch of crack rocks to the station with you.
Don't you laugh at me, the other day it was 100. 52 seems mighty cold.
I baked brownies and sugar cookies last night. There were some blue sprinkles on my hashbrowns this morning, so clearly I didn't wipe up as well as I thought. But the treats have been well liked by my unit.
I'm on the head injury hotline today it seems. Kid after kid, and babies on drugs. What the hell is going on out there? Ugh. Though we had a good long laugh out of the woman who went to the police station to give a statement in her check fraud case and was carrying a bunch of crack rocks in her pocket. Who the hell takes crack to the police station?!? The police then went to the home and asked stepdad about the drugs. He played dumb. The 6 year old said "I know where they are!" and led the police right to mom and stepdad's stash. Dude. The moral of the story is don't let your kids know where you keep the drugs and don't take a freaking bunch of crack rocks to the station with you.