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Rats


Every day this week, rain has been predicted.

Every day this week, the weather has remained dry.

Today I finally decided to water my vegetable garden.

I can’t wait for the rain.

It was when I approached the gate to access the hose that I saw it.

I stopped dead in my tracks.

I was horrified.

Rat poop!

On the fence!

Rats have touched the very fence that I have to touch to access the hose!

Ewww.

The Husband, however, was kind of happy.

Over the years, he has devised a fool-proof method for dealing with rats.

Bob is very proud of his disgusting achievement.

Whatever.

Just get rid of the rats.

Ewww.
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Karen

I told the Grown Son that I don’t like his use of the term “Karen.”

It’s insulting.

Our next-door neighbor is Karen.

And she’s lovely.

The Grown Son confirmed that next-door Karen is not a Karen.

And neither am I.

He assured me, however, that I am still annoying, even if I’m not a Karen.

By the time he got through his long-winded, backhanded compliment, I had stopped listening.

I had also stopped caring.

Does that make me a Karen?

Whatever.
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But We’re on Quarantine…


What else will make you crazy during social isolation?

The Grown Son has been staying with us.

He is working from home.

My home.

He huffed in objection when I asked him to pick up his mountain of crap so I could sweep the floor.

“But we’re on quarantine,” he objected.

“My standards are not on quarantine,” I informed him.

He moved his stuff.

I swept.

He was annoyed.

Whatever.
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