The waiting list to receive assistance from the city is a year and a half...looks like I better start getting creative here.
I'm meeting my insurance agent, and the head Inspector from the Oklahoma City Housing Authority at 1:30 today, at my home. I've requested bids in writing from one of the contractors I trusted somewhat, am getting the name of the contractor who did my friends Ember and Shane's add-on.
Had a biopsy of my right breast then picked up a Pumpkin and a giant albino sweet potato looking thing from a guy making a killing on the side of the road.
I shall call him Jimmy. Jimmy The Gourd.
That's just wrong isn't it? Driving about town with a gourd named Jimmy buckled into the back seat. Mer-boy will however, thoroughly enjoy, and or be embarrassed by his mothers antics.
It's good to be the "Maaawm" of a nine-year-old boy.
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