Ya know... Some folks should understand that anything they say can and WILL be used as blog material...
So... We (Spoon, Ray and I) are getting ready to go visit Squeeker (she got out of the hospital yesterday). Spoon's in the shower, and Ray is... Uptight. I'm sitting at the table reading, when I hear the following:
"Spoon... In the interests of public safety, could you please hand me my Midol?"
Jules also got into the act the other day, telling me about a message she received from a friend. He had applied to work in a psych ward, and needed "24hours of experience". So he wanted to know if she wanted to hang out...
It took her a minute to figure out what he was suggesting...
I just can NOT make this stuff up!
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