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Fine. And not.
I say 'we should' too. Monday I decided it was time to address the we-overusage and it was laughable, the conversation. He defensive, me clamming up, him trying not to be defensive, me trying to meet in the middle, resolution, then a frank discussion of everything 'we' needed to do to get ready for our trip next week. Shit. What the hell? I couldn't stop saying it.
We need to fix a thingy for the chicken coop to make it easier for the chicks to get out in the morning.
We need to call someone to feed the gerbils.
We should prepare to stain the deck when we get home.
We blah blah blaahhhbity blah blah hell junk piece of shit blahbity blah.
Okay, fine. Let's just say, sometimes 'We' can be an effective conversation starter. Sometimes it's fine to be vague about a task that needs gettin' at, but nobody wants anything to do (read: finding a new home for our noisy dirty-ever-crapping parakeets).
On another note, I sprained my LCL badly yesterday. Add this to the growing list of injuries incurred this year - injuries that can't be laughed off with a long pull at an ice-cold IPA. In fact right now I'm printing out rehab exercises that I'll have to do on vacation next week. I'm falling apart this month and it's making my stomach sour. Body, what's wrong with you? What have I not done for you lately?? Sure, I'm getting older, but the number and severity of injuries this spring and summer is Shock and Awe instead of Going Gentle into the Night. It's a real bummer, dude. But at least I have a soft baby.
We need to fix a thingy for the chicken coop to make it easier for the chicks to get out in the morning.
We need to call someone to feed the gerbils.
We should prepare to stain the deck when we get home.
We blah blah blaahhhbity blah blah hell junk piece of shit blahbity blah.
Okay, fine. Let's just say, sometimes 'We' can be an effective conversation starter. Sometimes it's fine to be vague about a task that needs gettin' at, but nobody wants anything to do (read: finding a new home for our noisy dirty-ever-crapping parakeets).
On another note, I sprained my LCL badly yesterday. Add this to the growing list of injuries incurred this year - injuries that can't be laughed off with a long pull at an ice-cold IPA. In fact right now I'm printing out rehab exercises that I'll have to do on vacation next week. I'm falling apart this month and it's making my stomach sour. Body, what's wrong with you? What have I not done for you lately?? Sure, I'm getting older, but the number and severity of injuries this spring and summer is Shock and Awe instead of Going Gentle into the Night. It's a real bummer, dude. But at least I have a soft baby.
posted by Mignon at 7:27 AM
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