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Oct. 19th, 2003 11:26 pmAn interesting proposition was aimed at me this past week: possible relocation for Megan -and- I to the suberbs of Atlanta.
Free of this house. In a position where -both- of us could get on with our lives.
My tentative overture to Megan on this was -not- met with the mistrust and apprehension I was expecting; instead, she was curious, optimistic, and surprisingly willing to take a stab at it. So we'll roll with it and see what happens.
It was a nice cap to a day that featured being run down by a punk in a shopping basket at Food Lion. The supermarket is NOT supposed to be a high danger location... unless, of course, if you suffer from a fiendish sweet tooth. Which I do. But wobbling around the freezer case to snag some frozen burritos, WHAMMO, I'm on the floor and there's some punk giggling an apology at me.
The manager tossed 'em out of the store. Unfortunately, he was ejected BEFORE I could reason with him with my cane. Bastich.
Well, it's off to the Laundry Mine for me....
Free of this house. In a position where -both- of us could get on with our lives.
My tentative overture to Megan on this was -not- met with the mistrust and apprehension I was expecting; instead, she was curious, optimistic, and surprisingly willing to take a stab at it. So we'll roll with it and see what happens.
It was a nice cap to a day that featured being run down by a punk in a shopping basket at Food Lion. The supermarket is NOT supposed to be a high danger location... unless, of course, if you suffer from a fiendish sweet tooth. Which I do. But wobbling around the freezer case to snag some frozen burritos, WHAMMO, I'm on the floor and there's some punk giggling an apology at me.
The manager tossed 'em out of the store. Unfortunately, he was ejected BEFORE I could reason with him with my cane. Bastich.
Well, it's off to the Laundry Mine for me....
