Dear Phantom Smoke Stench,
Your daily visits are beyond excessive at this point.
Please to be on with your merry way.
No love,
Me
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It’s snowing.
The weather folks can’t make up their mind on how much we’re supposed to get, but the most current forecast says 6 to 8 inches by sometime tomorrow.
Oh Joy.
It begins.
It snowed on Thanksgiving. Not a lot—at least around the Cities—but enough to make people really fucking stupid. We took a big risk taking Joel the Obstinate and Cursed Jetta (TM) out on the road. It’s been three whole years since his last bumper replacement, so I had my worries. Nobody hit us, but there were multiple adrenaline rushes caused by holiday drivers.
IT AREN’T THAT HARD, PEOPLE.
Anyway.
My parents—more Mom than Dad—are clearly bored in their retirement because they’ve been making a lot of changes around the house. New flooring in the basement, painting walls, refinishing woodwork, and after forty…ish years in that house, they finally tore the hideous 1960’s paneling out of the middle bedroom and put up real walls. They also tore out the carpet in that room and had the hardwood floor refinished. The tiny bedroom I shared with my sister for twelve years looks like an entirely different room now. It’s weird.
I need to get my house clean and organized and ready to paint before Mom loses her ambition for home improvement.
Joe and Gayle spent the holiday with her family and we didn’t get to see Hunter for reasons known only as his mother. But Mike actually had the night off from Job Number 2 at Big Box Retailer Who Shall Remain Nameless.
I found out Ellie is branching out her musical tastes from One Direction to things more in my ballpark and she’s become a big fan of some Youtubers I’ve never heard of. But they’re British 20-somethings who do Let’s Plays (among other content as far as I can tell) so perhaps Auntie Sara’s influence hasn’t burned out completely. I’ll just have to wait a few more years to introduce her to all things Rooster Teeth. She is only twelve after all. (But how is she already twelve!?)
D regaled us with the horrible story of investigating the latest disgusting internet child predator and the subsequent arrest of the filth. There are over 300 victims in multiple states and the guy is going to fester in federal prison for quite some time. Real high class discussion to have during Thanksgiving Dinner, but interesting…in an incredibly horrifying way. (Seriously—what is WRONG with people?) As horrendous as the work is, I’m really glad D’s capturing criminals from behind a computer screen these days instead of the streets of North Minneapolis.
Now it’s only a month until we see them all again at Christmas and WTAF how is it December already?
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