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'scuse me, I think I have a frog in my throat.

/me falls to the floor laughing.

Hi, kids. Interesting things have happened since I last blogged.
And by interesting I mean the stuff that would make a few people blanch.

I don't know. I want to tell the WORLD about it, but it isn't all my story to tell and it really wouldn't be fair to all parties involved if I were to tell Version Deb.1 without equal time being given to all the candidates.

But the upshot of the whole schmere is that I'm better off today than yesterday... but not as much as tomorrow.

("Stop with the music!" "Yeah, knock it off, frog-child!" "Nobody cares about freakin' Spiral Staircase!!!" "Well, nobody who reads this blog, anyway." "True." "You see, when She gets involved in a conversation that makes her leery, she tends to equate the situation with lyrics. Control over the situation is often desired and forged through...")

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/me carefully picks up the Monty Python Foot and drops it in the dishwasher.

Upshot?
Derrick and I are no longer dating.
It hurt, I had an experience that could be interpreted in myriad ways, and now I'm not in pain over the non-existence of our relationship.

Not being in pain is good.

Still being paxified, (did I tell you all this?) and I am thinking how glad I am of that.

Summer Reading Program Pre-Registration begins today in the system... the RUSH is on!

Off to sort a cart.
I mean, I'm not physically going anywhere, I just don't think I can sort and blog at the same time. One or the other will be neglected.

And I don't get paid to blog.

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