You're Ugly And Hung Like A Hampster.....

So my dad came home Sunday for a 2-week leave. Actually, it was nothing special or a big to-do about it. It was mostly like every other day when he used to come home:

Put his wallet and watch in the breadbox, and walk back to the bathroom. After about 15 minutes you can hear my mom say "You can flush now" and light a candle. Ahhhh....good to have him back.
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So all in the course of one day I have:

1. Purchased tickets to "Prairie Home Companion" at the BancorpSouth in Tupelo on August 16. I'm giddy as a schoolgirl for that one. Maybe in the fall I can drive to St. Paul to see it live.

2. Tried to buy a 5-pack stick of gum when I was running late....only to have the 4 cashiers at the gas station with the register open and the tray out and disconnecting the credit-card reader and saying "It'll be a few minutes."

3. Walked by a box of those pool noodle/floaty things at WalMart as they [at the SAME instant] fell over onto me. I could have sworn I was on Candid Camera. Look for me....

4. Hugged JoelG (twice) and heard him use the term "GrudgeFuck."

5. Played (to shitty avail) a banjo.