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Wednesday, May. 24, 2006 - 9:46 P.M.

The Babbling Ibe-Brook



This spring season has been as bi-polar as our typical month of March. We've enjoyed warm dry days, warm wet days, and some cooler days. When the daughter and her Kanuk friend came home for a visit form Arkansas, it was freaking miserably cold and torrentially rainy. Go figure. Since they left, it has been nice and warm. Go figure again.

That means that I am doing everything I can to get some fresh air in the house by keeping as many windows and doors as I can. The nice thing about upstairs bedrooms is the ability to safely have windows open all night, as wide as you want. The shitty thing about a split level house is that you cannot regulate the temperature in the house, no matter what you do. Our bedroom downstairs is down right nippy, the living room and kitchen are perfect, and then the upstairs bedrooms (where my computer happens to be) are ungodly.

I WILL NOT TURN ON THE A/C BEFORE JUNE!!!!!!

So here I sit, stewing in my own stink, sliding back and forth against my ass-crack sweat, irritated my the ceaseless stream trickling down the back of my neck. And can we take a minute to discuss boob sweat? I mean, really. It's come to a point where any crevasse in my body has become a convenient channel for the coursing brook that is my body. It's just depressing. What's worse, is that if I did diet successfully, those crevasses would quickly become deeper valleys and then I'd have to start worrying about sink-holes.


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