I am well despite the family cat deciding that I should resemble Al Capone. As a result I find I now have a penchent for cigars, whiskey, three piece pinstripe suits and fedoras. As long as I don't get done for tax evasion I should be fine.
I'm good young Jedi, I have all my hair, money in the bank, no baby's daddy, a SWEET house, a job, a vehicle that gets me to point 'A' to point 'B' and back to point 'A', a full tummy, an iPod full of AWESOME old 80's hair bands and ALL MY TEETH!!! WOO HOO!!!
I'm home with the sick daughter, except that she's not THAT sick, and wants to play gamesetc. On the other hand, she did watch TV some, and I wrote three blog posts, one with your name on it.
Very good. I'm loving the nice September weather. All week we've had rainy mornings and sunny afternoons. Perfect. Otherwise, the usual complaints that go with being 50+ but overall life is good.
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