The other day I called Big A to order him home and he said,
“It’s possible that (static) is dying (static).”
So I did the honorable thing and went,
“Oh, Ok, Ok. Bye bye bye.”
Then gasping, I let him get off the phone at superhero speed.
I guess some part of me doesn’t really get that he is around the seriously injured and extremely ill all day.
Also, it turns out that the “dying” referred to his Verizon being out of juice.
That's ok with me.
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the hits keep coming
I worked in the garden for six hours straight, with Max and Huck for company now and again, because I could not bear to be around the radio ...
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whoops. i guess sometimes we hear what we want to hear....
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