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Hehe somehow I have a feeling that category will come a bit easier [or harder as it may be
But I feel strange writing about people I don't know. With the regular categories, their all fantasy people I create, so no one really is being "lied" about. Well, the lamp is cleaned up and I have my lunch beside me and now I am going to just not move for a while, for I fear something bad may happen.
First, my apologies for disappearing in the middle of this conversation - but before I explain why, let me answer your post. He's an easy target and he set himself up to be, especially when agreeing to live with Demi and her ex-husband Bruce!
Personally I don't really care for the Celebrity category. I know, that's one more category I don't like, how do I manage to submit anything to Lit., right?
Now, about why I disappeared.
My eldest daughter has to leave for her college classes around the time I disappeared from Lit. She came to the door and said her car was stuck in the mud, so I went out and tried to push her out. That didn't work, wouldn't even budge, so I went back into the house and got daughter #2 and the son. We got it to move, but not unstuck. I went to the garage and tore apart a cardboard box, wedged the two pieces under the front tires and got the tires onto the box and almost got the car out, but not quite. Another trip to the garage and back to the car, this time with plywood boards. Wedged them under the tire, but alas, the Cadillac is done budging. It now sits with the rear tires on gravel, the front tires in mud.
Well, now I have to drive the other two kids to school using the other daughter's Jeep, because the Cadillac is blocking the driveway and garage, where the SUV is parked. Those two kids end up being late for school. I use the Jeep and get the college kid to school and she's late for her first class, but only by a couple of minutes.
I begin the 45 min. trip home and my check engine light comes on. *sigh* So I watch my gauges and make my way to the nearest gas station, where I check the oil and I'm a quart low. I take care of that and when I'm just about to pour in my oil, an old man comes out and offers to help, then he stops and says, "Seems like you've done this before." I tell him I have and explain it was one of the things my dad made me learn. Then a second man comes out and says, "I was going to back him up, but I don't have gloves." Seriously - you need to wear gloves to pour in a quart of oil? But I did appreciate their offered assistance and I thanked them, then I headed home.
I walk in the door and am greeted by a pile of shattered glass. The kitten (and yes, she's okay) knocked over a floor lamp and the frosted glass shade lies in thousands of pieces. I've had the lamp for probably 18 years. It was a set of three. I'm now down to 2.
I'll pick up the son at 3, the daughter at 5 and the other daughter at 7. That's my Tuesday - how's yours?
I actually did some research on Gail, the celebrity I wrote about, and incorporated some of the things she's talked about in just a small attempt to make it feel a little less lied about. Of course the sex thing I have no idea so thats all lies so maybe it doesn't validate it, but I tell myself that it did.
Wow that wasn't too bad, I think I submitted the latest one on Friday and it got approved this morning.
Ummm check engine light came on in the Jeep but there's an O2 sensor that usually acts up in crazy weather. I keep a code reader in the Jeep and pulled and cleared that code. Was fairly queasy in class due to just getting over that stomach flu but otherwise was ok. The teachers snagged some school goodies for our trip this weekend to Richmond, school notebook and a backpack. I still don't understand that backpack idea with the rope for straps but eh free is free.
Wow, Red. Hugs for you!
And that was one large post.
You know, turn the two guys at the gas station into a surprise threesome and you'd almost have another story to sub right there!
But I love her, even if she's costing me a lot of $$ and we've had her only for about 6 weeks.
es back to you. I hope you're having a good week. Mine will run its course. It'll be good in the end, because I choose to make it that way.
