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Mother-fucking phone battery just died whilst texting Rox about our mothers.  Go figure - we are both trying to pretend that we are all fine having dead mothers, and just when we are laughing about shit, my phone dies. Sorry dude, apparently someone wants us to wallow... ahahahahahhaha.... Anyway.

So this will be a stream of consciousness post again.  It's been an enjoyable Thanksgiving weekend.  Last night, we had the huge meal at the inlaws.  As nobody on my side has contacted me, I am rolling with the idea that nobody has gotten together, although I don't really buy that, but whatever.  I miss my family so bad, but the only one I talk to is my sister who doesn't live here in Stinktown.  I am consciously not talking to one sister, which I don't have the energy to fill you in on, but my other sister?  I only talk to her if I call her.  She never calls, for anything.  I am trying not to take it personally.  But whatever, I am letting it go. But if they all got together this weekend, and I find out about it, I am going to buy a bottle of Frangelico and drink it in shots, and wash it down with whiskey sours, and then I'll start writing and the shit will hit the motherfucking fan. Just sayin', is all....

So we pigged out last night.  Today the Mrs., my father in law, and I, went to the lake to take the boat out of the water and close up the cabin.  We have a 27 foot pontoon boat, and it was pouring rain, so it was lots of fun trying to get that cocksucker out of the water.  Then we cleaned out cupboards and the fridge and freezer and it was so fucking cold and i had shorts on and I swear, by the time we were done, my nuts were completely gone - I think they were tucked under my lungs, if that gives you any indication of the cold we endured.

Anyway, tonight was one of those nights where I was just incredibly antsy and a tad cranky.  We came home from eating leftovers, and my darling wife, who is catching the flu or a cold or something, was achy and stuffy and shit.  She dropped on the basement couch, but I was all snippy and snappy and decided the kitchen needed an overhaul and I ended up cleaning the bitch, and then steaming the mother fucking floors with our Shark steam thing.  I never used it before, but by the end, I felt like I was in the steam room at the Y, it was steaming so much and making me sweat.  I think we could do surgery off our kitchen floor now.

Anyway, I intended to clean the rest of the upstairs, because I had that crabby nervous energy, but my sick wife was calling, and anyway, we rented the Katy Perry movie and it was surprisingly awesome.  However, I knew I was tired or whatever when she was meeting with some Make A Wish Foundation kid and invited him onstage.  He had some sort of tube in his throat.  Anyway, I had to bite my tongue to stop from sobbing.  I just can't take that shit.  Life is too sad.

My wife's uncle - her aunt's hubby - dropped dead from a massive heart attack on Tuesday morning, his 54th birthday.  I feel fragile since then.

 Anyway, my main thing tonight was to download some music.  I've had it in my head that I need to get myself some Eddie Money - LOLOLOL why, I dunno, but I have had this yearning to hear "Think I'm In Love", but instead of the 99 cents, I now somehow need the fucking Eddie Money Collection.  itunes is fucking dangerous.  And then I got a hankerin' to hear Iron Maiden's "Number of the Beast".  WELL.  Long time readers will remember that I was in this born again stage from like 1979 to 1980-something, and while the catchiness of # of the Beast seems fine nowadays, Iron Maiden was public enemy #1 back in  the day.  I am just  trying to reconcile the number of the beast bullshit.  LOL because it's a catchy song: 6! 66!  LOLOLOLOL.

Anyway, going on itunes now.  Will let u know tomorrow what transpires.  Peace  out.