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Chuck (rubbing red cheek): "She really must love you. That stung."

Me (also rubbing flaming red cheek): "I know! WTF!"

Chuck (still rubbing): "We did the best we could; I just don't get it."

Me: "I know! WTF!"

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12 degrees F, outside? REALLY? Come on.

It 'ice-balled' all morning. Horrible stuff that comes down in minute pieces, then forms this impermeable sheet of pebbled ice. Gave away two extra scrapers that I had to friends that had none (Let's all be safe, ladies). I made it home from work and down my 90 degree-angle driveway, singing, 'Jingle Man, Christmas Boy', under my breath, like a mantra. Whatever works.

I've been hearing what sounds like a continuing fall of said ice-balls, but when I went to check outside? It was the faraway sound of the ice-coated trees, sort of rattling/clicking together. Weird. Gonna be a scary drive to and fro, for the next couple of days.

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It seems my father-in-law fell, yesterday, and fractured his hip. He had surgery on it, this morning, and now? Teh Man is looking into a rehab facility in which to place him to recover.

I know it's horrible and selfish, but I sort of pray they DON'T bring him to where I work. I can't even imagine it...How demanding he is...Having to wipe his bum...Teh Man coming to visit him in the state he's usually in...*shudder* Ye Gods. I'm sure I'm talked about ENOUGH.

SELFISH*SELFISH*SELFISH, I KNOW; BUT Aw, Man..