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in reply to a message by Nanaea
Actually, I credit Nan's arrival not to any supernatural connections of mine but to the spin all over the 'Net about the vibrant discussion and snappy patter that pervades this site. It was only a matter of time before a person of her caliber found us.
On the other hand, Satan or someone may have had a hand in somewhat curbing the tongues of our own PowerPuff Girls. It HAS been quieter lately.
But life is strange, and intervention (good and bad) is unpredictable. Yesterday I got the results back from a biopsy that my doctor had been very casual but insistent about doing. After telling me everything was okay, he said, "I'm surprised. Five out of six people with your blood test numbers turn out to be malignant." I was really up the rest of the day, altho I couldn't figure out "why me?" "The Grace of God", my wife said.
Good enough so far. But this AM I packed the car for the 300+ mile trip back to 12 days in NC. As I pulled out I lowered the driver's window to check the mailbox one last time. The window stuck solid only halfway back up. (Did I mention it was 3 degrees F with a wind chill of -17?) Seven phone calls to auto glass places, 20 frigid miles of driving there, two delayed hours, and $20 later, I finally headed home.
My wife may have been wrong. If there was a supernatural influence in the last two days, it could well have been one of the Greek gods, who were notorious for handling you a laurel wreath with one hand while sliding a whoopie cushion under you with the other.
[Bart Simpides? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!]
On the other hand, Satan or someone may have had a hand in somewhat curbing the tongues of our own PowerPuff Girls. It HAS been quieter lately.
But life is strange, and intervention (good and bad) is unpredictable. Yesterday I got the results back from a biopsy that my doctor had been very casual but insistent about doing. After telling me everything was okay, he said, "I'm surprised. Five out of six people with your blood test numbers turn out to be malignant." I was really up the rest of the day, altho I couldn't figure out "why me?" "The Grace of God", my wife said.
Good enough so far. But this AM I packed the car for the 300+ mile trip back to 12 days in NC. As I pulled out I lowered the driver's window to check the mailbox one last time. The window stuck solid only halfway back up. (Did I mention it was 3 degrees F with a wind chill of -17?) Seven phone calls to auto glass places, 20 frigid miles of driving there, two delayed hours, and $20 later, I finally headed home.
My wife may have been wrong. If there was a supernatural influence in the last two days, it could well have been one of the Greek gods, who were notorious for handling you a laurel wreath with one hand while sliding a whoopie cushion under you with the other.
[Bart Simpides? Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!]
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