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Today would mostly be a day for sitting around going Bluuuurrrrrgh.
Many things I should do, none of which are getting done. None! At all!

I would flail appropriately but I'll just have to add that to the list of things I'm not currently doing.

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Wow, it's really pouring down out there. And lo and behold the maternal and JR are still out down at their allotment. I wonder if they're acting like sensible human beings and sitting in the car till the worst blows over or if they're out there now getting exceedingly wet and muddy?

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Oh Hugh...

The paps are made of such Epic Fucking Fail for hanging around your house all the damn time now, but yet I squee in hypocritical glee at your domesticity and barefoot front-yard-iness and unabashed wifey smoochage.
I find such squee helps prevent nosebleeds from the altitude atop my high moral horse.

Or something.