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With Snapjaws the Lawnmower of Doom safely put away for the season sulking because the last two uses of his dubious services was under the tender administration of my son-in-law and second son Dan I start to prepare for the winter months by seeing which space heaters are in the best shape. The prediction is a cold season ahead which will make my work at AAA peachy keen I love it here happy happy joy joy.

It turns out the ex-daughter-in-law did NOT marry that ol' so foolish Britisher (readers of Marvel's old Master of Kung Fu comics will immediately understand the use of that term.) A February wedding is planned and I am amazed she is giving herself that much time to have her true colors exposed. On the other hand 16 months is her usual eat them alive and cast aside period so we'll see. She wants to fly Damien over and THAT will interesting. Who's paying the airfare that is. Plus the nearest airlines that will take a child (one flight only) Dayton Ohio to London England is out of either Chicago IL or Nashville TN. I see much dinaro being used just for appearance sake.

My daughter and son are aware that I now (through strange twists of fate) have a Facebook account which gets a small bit of use. I rarely invite a friend onboard (fear of rejection is never far away even in these declining years). So guess who invited me in? I hesitated only a moment before sighing and realizing having a friend and TALKING to them is two different things. Yep it was the Devil Child. Why Gina would open herself up to my blunted razor wit and ponderous lectures on responsibility and decorum is beyond me. I mumble to myself about Gia (Georgiana) opening the floodgates when she suggested this whole Facebook thing and move on. It's become a strange blend of family, church members, outsiders and Litnetters.

Friday was the day the Drama Queen was mortally wounded. I had an early morning doctor appointment and I showed up 45 mins early and got cut loose two minutes after my appointment was supposed to have started. The receptionists are amused but totally unconcerned at my beauty sleep being disrupted to the detriment of society. The doctor gives me great news about the heart and lets me off the hook for a stress test I was refusing to take anyway. Basically I'm doing very good and can't milk this heart attack any longer for free Avengers comics. You would think with only 103 issues to go more progress would be made by now. So I am attempting to put the fears to rest that have been in the brain cells whispering doom and gloom since late February and thinking about getting the leaves raked up. Awwww-no leaf bags--back to bed.