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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Wednesday is garbage day

BH: 1049

I spent the morning answering e-mails, moving ahead on a few projects, that sort of thing. Then Ken came home and we rode off to Austin and Mason’s school for their Trike-a-Thon. All of the kids were pretty cute, going ‘round and ‘round on their trikes. One boy kept veering off the track (the inner circle was just cones and tape), and another little girl kept ringing the bell on her trike, and another boy didn’t bother with the pedals, but just pushed his way around (quite speedily) like he was on The Flintstones.

We grabbed lunch at El Pollo Loco afterwards, and then much to my delight, Ken brought me home and _stayed_! He mostly did outside work, but that included fixing the car (yes, he’s My Hero). The battery connectors were all gunked up, so the battery wasn’t charging. We went for a drive to charge it up (and buy some oil, because it’s been leaking oil from somewhere ever since we got the transmission fixed), and later, when we went out to buy groceries, it started and ran fine. Yay!

We had salad and Philly cheese steak sandwhiches (on garlic sourdought) for supper, and then we watched “Angel” (which I can’t say anything more about than AAAAAUUUUGHHHHH!!!). Then, it was getting late and I was tired and Ken was on the computer, but I steeled myself (reminding myself of last night’s victory), took the laptop into the living room, and found over 1K pouring out before I decided I was exhausted and the lure of a “Dharma & Greg” rerun was too much for me.


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