The carpets are almost dry...
Okay, rather than posting something here, I actually posted it on my website, because I hadn't posted there in a while and felt guilty. Soo...
Go to www.DawnAllcot.com and read News and Musings, and we'll go from there.
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The carpets are almost dry, and I think the bedroom, which has the forced air heater going, is about 200 degree. Or maybe just a few degrees below the temperature at which human blood boils. (I should look that up--might need it for a story some time.) TJ told me to go in there because I "like it hot." I was afraid to stay for long because I thought my contact lenses were going to melt onto my eyes.
Aside from the dry carpeting in the living room, the week hasn't gotten much better. I'm trying to get my name changed at DMV. It's not working. I'm going to send you away again... go to www.DawnAllcot.com and read, "It Had to Be Said," for my story of the Dept. of Motor Vehicles BureaCRAZY.
Okay... isn't that ridiculous? EVERYONE I've spoken to replies this way: "But that's ridiculous." EVERYONE. No one, unfortunately, can do anything to help me, except one angel named Theresa at our county legislator's office. And the best she can do is lend a sympathetic ear and suggest we get married again, in New York this time. Like Florida is another country or something! We would have had less hassle if we got married in Iraq, I bet.
Go to www.DawnAllcot.com and read News and Musings, and we'll go from there.
You back? Great! Thanks for following the link.
The carpets are almost dry, and I think the bedroom, which has the forced air heater going, is about 200 degree. Or maybe just a few degrees below the temperature at which human blood boils. (I should look that up--might need it for a story some time.) TJ told me to go in there because I "like it hot." I was afraid to stay for long because I thought my contact lenses were going to melt onto my eyes.
Aside from the dry carpeting in the living room, the week hasn't gotten much better. I'm trying to get my name changed at DMV. It's not working. I'm going to send you away again... go to www.DawnAllcot.com and read, "It Had to Be Said," for my story of the Dept. of Motor Vehicles BureaCRAZY.
Okay... isn't that ridiculous? EVERYONE I've spoken to replies this way: "But that's ridiculous." EVERYONE. No one, unfortunately, can do anything to help me, except one angel named Theresa at our county legislator's office. And the best she can do is lend a sympathetic ear and suggest we get married again, in New York this time. Like Florida is another country or something! We would have had less hassle if we got married in Iraq, I bet.