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2004-07-15 - 11:31 p.m. I've forgotten how to do this. Anyway.........I've got a little bit of a story... I'm not even sure I can tell it. Damned story involves my damned, cantankerous, 83-year-old mother. She's a kick. It all started when she needed some lawn work done. I hired a guy to do that, and he did for about 6 weeks. But, damn him, he didn't get there and cut the branches out of that aggravating birch tree next to her back deck and she couldn't see the birds or horses in the pasture next door. He did get there a couple of days after I called and asked him to take care of it, but not before my damned mother went to the garage, got her 7-foot ladder and her saw and did it by herowndamnself! I got so damned upsturbed about her being on the ladder with a saw, I forgot to ask HOW she got the ladder out there to begin with. Understand, my mother probably weighs all of 90 pounds and wears a size 2!!!!!!!! I lost my cool with that silly lady. She lost her cool with me, too, and told me she wasn't helpless nor was she senile. Okay, Sainted One, let's just climb a ladder with a saw? When you fall, let's talk about helpless!! She is a kick, but she is becoming worrisome. Gawd knows what I'll find out she's done today.
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Lazy dog graphic used with permission from Fuzzy Faces and Dale Lewis