I got the pulsatin' rhythmical remedy (busychild424) wrote,
I got the pulsatin' rhythmical remedy
busychild424

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My throat has been hurting since last night. I came to work armed with my herbal immune-stimulants. I better not get sick.



My dad's getting a cash advance on his credit card to help me pay the appraisal fee today. This is a big deal because he's as much of a penny-pincher and a credit-cart hater as I am. I think he's doing it because it makes him feel good to be able to do it. Someone he knew lent him the money when he bought his first house, so I think he sees this as a chance to repay that favor, and to keep it in the family is just that much better.



So this idiot lady is crawling up the on-ramp in front of me this morning. I'm on her ass, and as soon as the concrete wall goes away, I zoom across the white line to the left and fly all the way over to the left lane so I can get moving. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a blue and white cop car in my rear view mirror. He followed me for a mile and even followed me down the off-ramp, but he never pulled me over.



Are Malt-O-Meal and Cream of Wheat just grits by another name? If not, what's the difference?
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