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OMG! This never happens to me!

So I stopped at a yard sale today, because I saw they had a weedeater out & I need one.  I wasn't expecting it to run, but if it did, I didn't want to pay more than 10 or 20 bucks for it.  So I walk up and the lady says "If you see something you want, name your price & you can probably have it."  I figure they must be trying to just have the shit go away.  I've been there :)  I ask if the weedeater works, and she says she's not sure but he only wants a dollar for it.  The guy comes out & says it runs but the bottom doesn't spin.  He cranks it up & it started easy.  Looked like the string wanted to spin, but whatever.  He actually did just want a dollar for it.  

I went ahead and bought it.  I figured if I couldn't fix it cheaply, I'd work out a way to put it on Ramona's bike & make a moped :)  Or just throw it away.  It was a freakin dollar!  Later I started to take it apart, to check the drive cable.  It looked ok, so I spun it by hand.  The string started spinning!  As I was putting the shaft back in the motor, I realized it had been pulled out about a half inch.  I cranked it up & the fucker worked!  I got a working weedeater for a dollar!  W00t!

LOL

Just saw her on Comedy Central. She's my new favorite comedienne (sp?)

Who'd have thunk it?

I discovered I was out of Irish Spring, my normal brand of soap.  Oh, well, I'll just use some of Ramona's body wash.  Jumping Jesus on a pogo stick!  Who'd have thought that Cucumber & Green Tea Moisturizing Body Wash (For Dry Skin) would be so icky?!?!  It felt like I'd taken a bath in Jergen's!  Plus, it made me feel dirty all day.  I just knew stuff was sticking to every available inch of my body...

On the way home I stopped and got some Irish Spring.  Tomorrow I'll feel fresh and clean as a whistle!

No spiders last night

And in case you were wondering, no, I'm not on drugs.

Of course, maybe there were no spiders because I was too busy in the bathroom.  I'm starting to wonder if I've got IBS.  A trumped up, psychosomatic illness if I've ever heard of one.

On my way now to the school for a parent meeting.  My little girl is going to middle school.  Damn, add something else to that pile of hormones...