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Friday, March 10, 2006

Hello!!!

I just got back from the grocery store and I finally had the money to buy some light bulbs with so I can see! Light...what a trip.

While I was there, I ran into my son’s ex-girlfriend’s mother. The ex’s name is Jennifer and she’s a doll. I was so happy when he was with her...and so was he. The only bad thing (that I can tell here on the blog anyway) that ever happened when he was dating her was a hideous deer incident.

I loaned him my car so that he could go to her house one evening and as he was driving home, he hit a deer that had already been hit by an oncoming car. So, basically, he hit a flying deer. It landed right where the windshield meets the top of the car so it not only broke the windshield, it dented the car top so badly that the windshield fixer dude couldn’t put the new window in it until the top of the car was fixed.

Of course, the deer got the worst of it. When I asked my son what he did with the deer he said, “Nothing, I just kept driving.”

Knowing that kid, and knowing the way he thinks, I said, “You figured that the first person to hit the deer was responsible for taking care of it...didn’t you?”

He answered, “Yep.”

Jennifer is about as sweet as they come when it comes to “son’s girlfriends”. They met in high school so that relationship was probably doomed from the start but I always hoped that those two would end up together. Oh well, you never know, it could still happen. Life takes some pretty funny turns.

Debbie (the mother) gave me a ride home from the store which I really appreciated because soup and canned vegetables were on sale. I had gotten a basket to carry instead of pushing a cart so that I would be sure not to buy more than I could carry home. Last week I carried home a gallon of milk and that gave me a muscle spasm in my shoulder that lasted for days.

Debbie had secretly gotten me a chocolate Easter Bunny and a card while we were at the store and she gave them to me when we got back to my house. That was so sweet of her. Now I see where the daughter gets it. I gave Debbie my number to give to Jennifer and I hope that I hear from her. She’s away at school now, doing very well. I knew that she would, she’s about as bright as they come and she’s the type of kid (I guess she’s a woman now!) who will succeed at whatever she does.

I may be one of the only people in this entire country who has never heard of the lady in this link...

https://home.comcast.net/~jfmelnick/fruitcakelady.wmv

...but one of my blog buddies sent it to me and it totally cracked me up so I wanted to share it with you guys. Apparently, it comes from The Tonight Show and I don’t watch network TV so I’ve never heard of the woman in it.

Earlier, I took a half of a xanax and put the other half on my coffee table. That wasn't the brightest thing in the world that I could have done since I have animals but the cat wouldn't have been able to get to it and the dog is so picky that he wouldn't eat steak if I handed it to him so I thought that the half of a pill would be safe where it was. Well, I was wrong. The dog ate it and now he's pretty darned mellowed out. If it had been a heart pill or something like that, I would have had to take him to the veterinarian but xanax is pretty innocuous and since he weighs more than I do, I figure that half of my dose won't hurt him. He seems to be pretty serene and since it's nighttime, I'm not even going to give him a cup of coffee, I'll just let him sleep it off.

OK, now I have to wash my kitchen floor, I never actually washed the entire mess up from last night's mason jar/deep fat fryer full of oil/kitty litter mess. So now I have to. The kitchen still has a bunch of kitty ltter all over and every so often, I slip on the olive oil just enough to scare the dickens out of myself. I'm always here alone except for my animals and neither of them have opposible thumbs and as far as I know, they don't know the number to 911 anyway. On top of that, I don't have the kind of luck to have one of those cats that you see on the news who calls for help when their master falls and breaks 8 bones. And of course, the dog is high so he wouldn't care if I DID fall. Like it or not, I should just get the Dawn and clean my floor before I end up "institutionalized" again...so that's my Friday night for ya.

Here's hoping that your's is much better!

See ya,

Meg

email me at MegBKelso@gmail.com

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