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Background:

When I was a kid, I got a record from my brother. I don’t remember if it was an LP or an EP, but it was a comedy record called The Off-Beats in Lo-Fo.

She waited until the last minute to do laundry yesterday. So when I woke her up this morning, I said to her, “put on some dirty clothes, go to the dryer, get some clean clothes, then go take a shower.” The dryer is in the kitchen pantry and I was making tea, which is why she had to put on dirty clothes.

In general, Indiana is deep red.

They invariably either say, “that’s my favorite” or “have you tried it yet? I keep wanting to.” I’m wondering if management is telling them to do it or something, but I’m not sure how it helps sales if I’m already buying it. It’s really weird.

Storing electrons in a container

She’s absolutely obsessed with dogs, especially our two dogs, especially Charlie, the little one. She could use some encouragement for schoolwork. A friend is giving her daughter temporary tattoos of her cat’s face for when she has a bad day at little league and I thought that would be a cool similar thing to reward my daughter with when she gets a good grade. She already likes stickers. Now I’m going to figure out what kind of thing to display the stickers on.

Before this starts: This is just me needing to write a hopefully not too long recent autobiography to get things out because I need an outlet.

So, there’s this guy at work, right? And I’ve been working with him for probably a year or so by the time this story takes place. Same team and everything. Kindof elbow-to-elbow. Good guy.

Heres my take: Ruby, her dog, was laying down in front of the basement entrance. Amanda, on the phone and not likely paying attention, enters the room from the “north” room we see in the chair photo. She trips on ruby, ruby out of surprise goes running into the chair at the table, knocking it over, her phone goes flying and in an attempt to recover, she puts her hand out to brace against the wall by the basement door. She misses her mark in the midst of her fall, and winds up shifting all her weight meant for the wall, towards the stairs, sending herself careening downwards. Her forehead hits the piggy bank and she falls again. She starts bleeding badly. She struggles to stand after the fall but manages to do it eventually, and stands at the foot of the stairs before succumbing to the blood loss and lying on the ground.

I always thought music streaming services craft the song radio playlists carefully using algorithms that take song genre, beat and melody patterns, artist relations etc into consideration.

Edit: they said yes!!! ☺️ still have the jitters though

I could not believe it. Everyone can go home now! 🫢 Edit: If you are a Piaf fan, you will love it.

I was reading up on disinvestment on Wikipedia the other day and saw the following passage: