Well today there are several items of business.
Tomorrow is futz eve, and I am very excited. Futz eve has it's origins, for me at least, in an evening, night, morning, I spent partying with some ne'er do wells I once knew briefly. They were/are of the mind that some guy named Futz will arrive some July 3rd and save the world from itself, or some such nonsense. Basically it's a really good excuse to get drunk and dance around a campfire. Which, among other things I will not go into here, we did. So ever since, I celebrate Futz eve, whether alone or with others, it's too good a holiday to pass up. Friday I'll have a gin hangover, but I'll have several days to recover.
Second, I wanted to mention that I have a new grocery store close to my new place. New grocery store sucks! Long story short, why would there only be checkouts open for people with hundreds of dollars in groceries, and no place for the schmuck who only needs coffee filters? Of course I was directed to customer service where I could easily be taken care of. Right after the guy who needs to send money via western union!!!! AAAAHHHH!! Hunt for New New Grocery store is on.
Third, I really need to address a matter of great importance to me. I have inadvertently offended. I wrote in a post right after my birthday about Oldflame (whose identity was never even thinly veiled to him) making me birthday lunch. I have also been told by friends that I occasionally write in a shorthand as though others are supposed to get what's in my head. This shorthand, and my proclivity to be a bit, shall we say, glib, has gotten me in some measure of hot water.
I would like to take this opportunity, publicly, rather than privately since it's apparent he stops by here and currently won't speak to me(and rightfully so), to apologize to Oldflame. I was inconsiderate and I was thoughtless. I'm sorry. I truly meant to make light with my comments and they did not come off that way. I love your crock pot, and most importantly I love you. You've owned a piece of my heart since the day (in 1974)you stepped out of your mother's station wagon Pat G's party and I asked JW.."WHO is THAT?" I was lost then and I suppose I always will be, and I like it like that. So when you can find it in your heart to consider forgiving me, call. I'd like that.
Love
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