The eyelid twitch thing can be treated, you know.

“...environment be damned” is why I hate you but “but what do I know?” is why I love you. And considering the number of husbands and boyfriends you mention at times, you might be a snake charmer, or something...but when you do, and especially mention #2 and looking for that house, it makes me misty thinking of my own. Not a husband, of course, just my own #2. You know what I mean. And the other numbers. I’m not good at math but I can count. And it being “Day One” it’s a good day to start.

I cancelled the remainder of my membership today. So, come the end of the road I'll have to reup on someone’s something.

Guess I’ll be looking for someone who has hope and that would be someone who supports the environment and likes charities (Red Cross sucks; I lost two homes to tornadoes, and they never showed up...you should bring your mom down here! We have plenty of old farms and the best tornadoes in the country! And our lawyers are the worst in the world! You’d have a blast! Unfortunately, we don’t have any reliable dermatologists but nobody listens to old people so she can talk all she wants...).

But since you feel like straightening up that does sound hopeful. And if you don’t drink those smoothies anymore, that is hope in a big basket. Like box store sized basket.

Say Happy New Year to Hershey and what’s his name.

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of the straightforward & strange. “Women zai shuo ba.” Be useful; share what you can; help others always. Doctor of texts.

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