"We need to check your pipes under the house and see if they are well insulated. It is supposed to get down to 26°F tonight," my father told me."I spent several days last year installing pipe insulation," I replied to my father.
"I still want to look at them," my father told me.
I hate it when my father treats me as if I am retarded, incapacitated, or something.
Southern humans tend to be hapless creatures when faced with weather conditions such as these.
It is 42°F outside right now and it doesn't look like I will be getting out and about until grocery buying tonight. That's going to be one cold drive to Kroger tonight before my car begins to warm up..
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Grocery Day...
I hope my father does my shopping again this week as I had a windfall of food last week. I didn't have to do any rationing like I usually do as the next weekend approaches. I also hope that Helen returns after having almost a month off. I could use one of her Soul Food meals this Friday.
One frozen Asian meal dad put in my cart last week was called, "Bourbon Chicken". I know. The irony doesn't escape me either. It was delicious and I hope to buy several more tonight. I am also going to get some kind of dairy based coffee creamer and some coffee as well.
Sobs Uncontrollably...
One of the hardest things I have to do after the holidays is to take down my Christmas Tree. I get so attached to them. I safely stored all my lights and glass ornaments. The garland went into a drawer in my computer room. I dragged it out to the road where the city's cleanup crew will haul it away.
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