Some good things did happen in 2009, most especially I got engaged to a wonderful gal. 'Course, like most anything worthwhile, that means more work. Got to get my house in order. Yesterday was "bring the pain" day. A trip to the dentist. Trying to get tax stuff together. And, in preparation for pre-marital counseling, I've had to find my old divorce decree. Taxes, divorce and the dentist all in one day. Yikes! Guess I know how Eminem feels:
(warning: Eminem is a rapper. Like most rappers, his language is... well, he's a rapper. Offending people is sorta what rappers do).
Poor dentists. Always feeling down in the mouth. Pre-marital counseling is standard for re-marriages in the Episcopal church. The counseling's not so bad, Star, but dredging up the divorce is less fun.
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
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LOL! I made dentist appointments for Armando and me too. At least we can check that off the 2010 goal list ASAP.
But pre-marital counseling? Now, that does sound painful.
Poor dentists. Always feeling down in the mouth. Pre-marital counseling is standard for re-marriages in the Episcopal church. The counseling's not so bad, Star, but dredging up the divorce is less fun.
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