" Today is a 7. To convince others of what you just somehow."
I said out loud to no one "I am screwed."
So ( I can hear Arlo Guthrie in my head -
"Kid, we found your name on an envelope at the bottom of a half
a ton of garbage, and just wanted to know if you had any
information about it.")
My laptop broke and I have to get it fixed. '$$$$'
My sink is stopped up in the kitchen and Tom has to dig up the pipes. 'BackAche'
And my fingerprints were Rejected by the FBI. 'What?'
I kid you not. I always joked that I could do anything and get away with it because my hands were so messed up with eczema that no one could get fingerprints. But I was only Joking! In the process of applying for a concealed permit, it happened to be a really bad week for my hands and they were really bad prints. So. . . i've got to try very hard to get them in good shape and try again.
