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Going to California
On this past Thursday, 10th December, my dad would have been 103 years old. Talk about my feeling older than dirt, for I’m around 40 years behind him, not wanting to reveal my age. He passed away in 2006 and … Continue reading
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Today’s Tirade: Live for the Moment
Nothing is better for one’s well-being than a good rant now and then to relieve pent-up frustration, triggering a pressure-relief valve which sounds like the whistle of an old steam locomotive, or that of an iron kettle filled with boiling … Continue reading
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Tagged Alec Baldwin, baseball season, Cat Stevens, complaining, complaint, correctomundo, cover, Dad, death, diatribe, dillydally, euphemism, euphemisms, facebook, Father and Son, food-shopping, Frigidaire, frustration, grapefruit, internet, iron kettle, live, Louisville Slugger, Nathan's Hot Dogs, pet peeves, phillies, pressure, Prince, procrastination, rant, redundancy, Rest In Peace, River Styx, social media, steam locomotive, Stone Fruit, supermarket, tirade, today's tirade, train whistle, Trump, twitter, waste of time, weekly rags
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To Snore With Love
There’s nothing worse than one’s snoring so loud, it keeps everyone awake. At least that’s what my ex-wife used to say. What’s even more terrible is when the snorer wakes him or herself up due to the loud racket, which … Continue reading
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Tagged Breathe Right, building code, couch, crazed woman, divorce, dry mouth, duct tape, ex-wife, fight, fireplace, inspection, karma, live, love, marriage, night bird, nostrils, postnasal drip, rant, sleep, snore, snoring, spouse, steroid, township, waxing
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