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my mother is the queen of dumb. perhaps that's where i get it? she called me to tell me the conversation between her and my dad.

dad: "did syble come help you sew?"

mom: "no, i haven't heard from her all day, i called her and left a message but she never returned my call. that's rude."

dad: "do you want to know why she didn't return your call?"

mom: "ya"

dad: "listen to this..."

and my dad played the answering machine and there was a message from my mom to syble on her own answering machine. the sad part is, that she had to sit there and listen to my dads voice the whole time before leaving the message. man alive, that woman is amazing.

so there, it's genetic.

on our back porch, we have one of those big rolly trash cans. we put our trash in that until it's full then roll it out to the alley, and empty it. it was my turn today. i was rolling it down the sidewalk to our gate in the back of the yard and RIGHT before i got to the gate, it tipped over and the trash tumbled out. i hate my life.

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