The clock's ticking
As I write this, it's 1:15 p.m. in the Midwest - and I've not been to Wal-mart once today.
I realize that it's early, but dad had two doctor appointments and a P.T. appointment. He's resting quietly.
Meaning he's got no reason to send me out to Wal-mart.
However, he did mention that he wanted to make a couple of pies.
Bet he doesn't have something.
And I'll have to go to Wal-mart.
Again.
The horror, the horror.
I realize that it's early, but dad had two doctor appointments and a P.T. appointment. He's resting quietly.
Meaning he's got no reason to send me out to Wal-mart.
However, he did mention that he wanted to make a couple of pies.
Bet he doesn't have something.
And I'll have to go to Wal-mart.
Again.
The horror, the horror.
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