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and so worried and stressed, that I have spent so much time crying today that you’d think I’d be cried out, but I’m not and I just want to cry some more. Instead, I’m drinking and smoking, which isn’t good, but makes me feel like less of a fucking pathetic wussy crybaby.

I so wish I had someone to talk to right now.

I laughed so hard I nearly peed myself. Go here

Oh yes, it snows here! :)

The Girl was so excited that you’d never know that she is 19 years old. She went outside to take some pictures, then went back outside to play in the snow. She actually found someone else out there, playing in the snow as well.

The snow is gone now, but it was nice to see just a little bit of it last night.

And luckily, we’re not further north because I guess the roads were really ugly there this morning.

after a long while of not getting any new ones. I don’t know who it was . . . but then, I don’t really know who most of my subscribers are (I have an idea of some and know for sure others, but definitely not all).

Today (or was it yesterday? I’m not sure now that I think about it), I lost a subscriber. I don’t know why. It always bothers me on some level when I lose one, though.

I wonder if the same person who subscribed unsubscribed right away? Hmmm.

Well yesterday as well, but she is feeling a little worse today, I think.

Seems to be the flu.

Very good chance that I’ll be catching it from her . . . fun times.

Did anyone ever notice that sick, whiny teenagers are MUCH more annoying than sick, whiny five year olds? At least I can give the sick, whiny teenager some Ativan and make her sleep.

I need to run out to Target and get a couple of things for her, plus I need a thermometer since I don’t have one here and she does have a fever. I’d rather be able to monitor it than just guess.

Fun times.

Zard was licking the container before I even opened it. I sprinkled some on the floor and some on a paper plate . . . my goodness, is this fun to watch. :)

when male llamas fight, they try to bite (rip) off one another’s testicles. Apparently, owners are supposed to remove the fighting teeth (with something that looks like heavy duty floss) to prevent males from basically castrating one another.

How I ended up watching whatever this show is with Hubby not even here is beyond me.

Savory tarragon chicken breast salad with sliced almonds . . . and it was on sale, too, for $3.49 for an 8 ounce container (instead of the $3.79 it is normally). I also have some Swiss cheese (which my dog was very happy I shared), so I have my nice, thick, chunky chicken salad with Swiss sandwich right now. Yummmmy. :)

A chicken salad sandwich with a slice of Swiss cheese sounds really good right now.

I actually did look at the chicken salad when I was at Super Wal-Mart earlier, but it looked all dried out and kinda gross so I didn’t buy any. Guess I should have stopped at Publix and bought some of theirs. They have a really good chunky one with sliced almonds in it.

Oh well. Guess I’ll just have some Virginia baked ham. I don’t have any Swiss cheese, though. pouts Hmm . . . maybe I’ll have some chicken, brocoli, cheese and potato soup (Campbell’s Chunky – I love that stuff) instead.

Or maybe . . . just MAYBE . . . I can control the urge to eat this late at night and just not do it.

Hmph. I still want chicken salad.

October Road is coming on in like two minutes. Maybe that will distract me for a bit . . . well, maybe at least for an hour.

We had a $50 gift card for Outback Steakhouse that we got for Christmas from my parents. Since the Girl was going out tonight, I called Hubby and told him to come home from work early so that we could go out for steak.

We had a very nice dinner. Hubby had to go out to the car a couple of times to take a couple of phone calls, but those were before the food came. Anyhow, the steaks were yummy, the brocoli was yummy, the baked potato and the garlic mashed potatoes were yummy, and the sauteed mushrooms were yummy.

We finished eating and headed out to the car. Hubby asked me for the keys and I pointed out that I did not have them. He thought that they were on the table and headed back in to get them, ignoring my question of if he locked them in the car when he was out there taking his last call.

Guess what? The keys were not on the table, just like I knew that they weren’t.

Hubby has a problem with locking the car doors. He’s resistant to doing so, but usually remembers to lock the door when he’s in my car. Not always, but usually.

We went to the car, and the keys were not dangling from the ignition . . . they were laying on the front passenger seat, where he dropped them when he went digging through my glove box for a pen while he was on the phone.

Can you guess that he had remembered to lock the car door?

So, there we are, without another set of keys (I, of course, did not have mine), and his phone was pretty much dead. My phone was at home. The Girl was not at home – she was out to dinner as well, and then supposed to be heading for the beach.

I tried to call the Girl. It rang once, and Hubby’s phone shut off. He managed to get it to come back on, and the phone rang. It was the Girl. He answered, and the phone shut off again. He got it back on and the Girl called again. This time, the phone managed to stay on long enough for me to tell her that her father had locked the keys in the car and that we needed her to come rescue us.

Luckily, we caught them at a good time, as they were just leaving Chili’s and weren’t in the middle of their meal or at the beach.

About 20 minutes later, they showed up, and the Girl got out of the car, laughing at us. Damn brat. She continued to laugh as she unlocked the car for us. I poked my head into her friend’s car to thank him for running her up there to rescue us, and the Girl got back into the car, still laughing, and they left.

We headed home, with a brief stop at Sweetbay.

Fun times. At least I got a nice steak tonight. :)