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I need suggestions for simple-to-use, won’t-take-up-much-space email clients. I want something other than Eudora, because I want to use it specifically for the account dealing with the book, and it was in attempting to install a second copy of Eudora that I fucked up spectacularly and lost my address book, among other things.
And don’t say Outlook Express. Anything but, please.
Leave your suggestions in the comments, if you would.
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I was sitting at my desk this morning (big shocker there, eh? I spend most of my days sitting at my desk. I might as well just get a job. Except not.) when I caught sight of something out in the front flower bed. It was moving oddly, so I turned to check it out. At the same time, Miz Poo caught sight of it, and ran, whining and wildly whipping her tail back and forth, to the window.
I tried to get a picture, but her head was pretty much in the way.
It was a bunny, eating the flowers off our Petunia plants. I snapped several more pictures before I decided I’d go out and see if I could snap a picture of him before he ran off.
He froze and stared at me for about a minute, then decided I wasn’t going to go away.
He hopped next door and stood and regarded me some more, trying to decide if I was a threat. He was so still he could have been a statue.
Finally, he decided I was just too close and he’d be better off further down the street, so off he hopped.
Yes, I know that it’s weird that I’m so obsessed when rabbits and squirrels get in our yard, but they’re so little and cute, and y’all know we adore the little cute animals.
By the way, this was definitely not the same bunny who was in our back yard the other night – this one was a lot bigger.
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Ever have one of those days when you wake up, put on your glasses, and trudge into the bathroom? Then you look in the mirror and think to yourself “Hey. I don’t look half bad today. In fact, I look kinda cute!”? And so you pop in your contacts and take your Synthroid and while you’re brushing your teeth, you take a closer look and notice that you have a big red raw spot on the end of your nose, bloodshot eyes, and a ‘stache that desperately needs to be united with wax?
Ever have one of those days, or is it just me?
Ah well. I’m wearing my yellow shirt, so I’m happy anyway. See how low-maintenance I am? If I was one of those gorgeous girls who placed too much importance on her appearance, I’d be in bed with the covers over my head, sobbing loudly. Me, I just put on a yellow shirt and I’m happy despite the big red spot and lush, thick ‘stache.
It’s only a matter of time before I’m going grocery shopping with curlers in my hair, wearing a muumuu, I’m sure.
As long as it’s a muumuu with yellow on it, I’ll be happy.
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1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it? Nope, I sure don’t. I’m sure I had a different best friend for each base we lived on. I remember a Katie and a Candi Rhodes in Kinchloe, Michigan, and a Suzanne Dembinski and Sherri Robertson or Robinson in Guam. There was Karen Frost in Loring, Maine, and a number of others whose names I can’t quite remember.
2. Are you still in touch with this person? Nope, I’m not in touch with any of them.
3. Do you have a current close friend? In real life, other than Fred, I’d have to say that my sister is my closest friend, although we don’t get a chance to talk as often as we used to.
4. How did you become friends with this person? You could say we were born to it. Heh.
5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why? I’d love to be able to find all those girls on the various bases that were friends when I was a kid, just to find out where their lives took them and where they are and what they’re doing now.
Also:
1. What were your favorite childhood stories? The
Ramona books, and later, the
Little House on the Prairie books. After reading one of the Ramona books, I was under the impression for YEARS that “Quarter past one” was 1:25.
2. What books from your childhood would you like to share with [your] children? I’d love it if the spud loved to read as much as I did (and do), and loved the
Little House books as much as I do.
3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything? I’ve re-read the
Little House books, and been surprised by how much I still enjoyed them.
4. How old were you when you first learned to read? It was probably somewhere between kindergarten and first grade, but I was desperate to learn to read for years before that.
5. Do you remember the first ‘grown-up’ book you read? How old were you? You bet your ass I do. It was
Carrie, and I was 11 or 12. I was just blown away by it – in a good way – which is probably why I still love everything Stephen King writes, whether it deserves it (
Bag of Bones the
Gunslinger series) or doesn’t (
Dreamweaver).
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A Poo under the desk…
And a Spanky atop the monitor, hanging out with the screensaver.]]>