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Woke up. Got the kids dressed. Talia wanted longer socks, so we had a few costume changes. Willa and I dropped Talia off at her daycare. She told us "adios" and we drove to Burger King. Willa insisted on getting some cini-minis. Then she told me she needed to pee, so we tried the restroom. It was awful. Too nasty to describe. Poor Willa was so disturbed by the sight of it, she told me she didn't need to pee anymore. We drove to her school. She gave me a hug goodbye.
Now I'm at work. I still can't shake the image of that Burger King restroom. There's something odd about that place. A few weeks ago there was a cleaning crew in plastic suits, gloves, masks, etc steam blasting something out of the outdoor playground. Enough already, I won't go back.
posted by Josh Troy at 1:07 PM
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They were probably searching for yellow cake uranium or else hosing the joint down for rare strains of TB. I'll have to go out for an early morning hogbellow and cheese biscuit to see if they do the same down here. I kind of doubt it: medical infirmity is a form of high entertainment in north Louisiana, so there's a general reluctance to interfere with the divine order of melodrama. Besides, there ain't enough money.
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hey man, your blog rocks!
Frogstorm's parents visited me this weekend and we had a fine time. I shared my concern about Frog's children not having the opportunity to develop southern accents, what with being stuck in the cultural wasteland of Los Angeles. Frog's parents agreed that this was a shame.
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