blessedmom wrote:
Can the time machine just take me past this week and then let me off? I'm having some bad karma going on.
I haven't got all the kinks out of it yet. It may deposit you 5 years in advance (in bed with someone you don't know yet, but will marry one year from now.

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I should smite you for this one, dude! - or in the Paleocene amidst a pack of dread arctocyanids (sabertooth weasels)

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Sounds better than a new husband!! While both scenarios may seem better than what you are experiencing this week, just remember - the sabertooth weasels and/or bed partner stranger may all be sick with the flu and throwing up too, so then what have you gained? I say stick with the poison you know. (Or vomit, as it were).
U iz su funy!!blessedmom wrote:
I think I need to file a complaint with the powers that be.

I may be able to help you there! While doing my daily lawn raking just a while ago, I found a deflated balloon that said "You have received an auspicious message from God!" Underneath this was:
http://www.newmessage.org/This immediately set my mind to whirling. All the other messages I have ever got from God were tied to arrows and shot into trees. Had those all been
fakes? Have I been following the advice of Cupid all these years?!? (The ramifications are astounding). Why had God sent me a
deflated balloon? Had all the lawsuits involving priests and boys left Him too broke to spring for helium? Is there a cryptic meaning in deflated messages? Anyhoo, it said the message was auspicious, so that's good right?
As I raced to my computer with my deflated promise of an auspicious message from God, it dawned on me that God has a website!
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the website is based in Boulder, Colorado! (It is indeed beautiful, but I didn't know it is heaven! I even visited it once already 25 years ago, so I've already been to heaven!

) Anyhoo, this proved its delivery by God, as how else did it end up in
my backyard?!?
Anyhoo, the point of all this is that if you need to register a complaint with the powers that be, this must be the place to do it:
http://www.newmessage.org/Good luck. (be forewarned: it could just be Cupid. Maybe even Gromit.)
My guess is you and Gromit are in cahoots. Some big cosmic plan to drive Mom crazier than she already is. I'll bet Gromit took the chocolate he was going to give me and fed it to the dogs while you, Chuck, fed my kids candy laced with various weird Tennessian viruses.
And the oldest kid's obsession with existentialism was all part of the GRAND plan!