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Because, seriously, you do care about my life, you just aren't consciously aware of that. Here, lemme fill up that vague empty yearning in your soul for ya.

1.) "CJ" and/or "Nick" are supposed to be at my house cutting my grass today at 2:30 pm, so even as I type. I got an email Saturday apprising me of this plan, with a request for a $25 check to be made out to "Nicholas So-n-so." Color me surprised. They don't want cash that can be conveniently not reported to their federal government? (Even Marcy likes when I give her cash, though I am quite sure she pays all her taxes.) Maybe this is some kind of attempt to steal my identity or something, but I think there are ways of doing that which would be easier than a pretend landscaping business. Anyway, since I am in work and unable to leave that early today, I told D he would have to answer the door and pay CJ/Nick. I thought he might/would probably protest that, but he seemed fine. We shall see how this all works out.

2.) My pitchers continue in their inability to remember how to pitch--I mean, dear god, Ubaldo is making the baby Jesus cry, and Felix Hernandez, AL Cy Young award winner, has worse stats than friggin' James Shields--and yet my band of losers are 3rd in my league in ERA. How this is possible, I dunno. Apparently everyone's pitchers have forgotten how to pitch. And if you look at the word "pitcher" long enough, it doesn't look like a word anymore!

3.) I have now found the proper combination of conditioner and lots of hairpins to keep my hair from looking like a woodland creature has taken up residence in it. Even at the beach yesterday it didn't frizz up too badly. (Yes, bitches, I went to the beach yesterday. That means our lil weather problem has resolved itself too, mmm? But it was too cold to go in the water.) Also, I wore my new shorts to the beach yesterday and they were satisfactory.

Don't you feel better now? More complete? You're welcome. I love you too.

xoxo