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Originally Posted by onzedge
My weekend was okie-dokie except for a squabble with my oldest sister about a long-term health care issue with my Father. She knows everything (especially about parenting although she has never had kids) so I should not even try to engage with her. She has spent her whole life in a series of control games -- doing all sorts of traditional male-stuff career-wise. It is difficult for her -- always trying to show that she has a bigger pen1s than her male counterparts. I should know better than to employ logic and compassion with those who have both an agenda and a huge chip on their shoulder.
Anyway, I digress... You asked, though. I am one of those guys that will tell you how it is going when you ask. Conversely, I expect others to tell me when I ask which is why I do not ask people how it goes very often. I usually just say hello. It all goes with being the people-person and champion of the underdog that I am.
Yesterday I drove up here (Gridley, CA) to one of my clients to help perform the annual physical inventory -- which is where I sit now as I write this. They like me being here although I feel guilty because it's a great deal of sitting around time in between furious spurts of activity.
Last, thanks for looking at my photos -- I need to break in my new rear PSS, but I drove my F-150 up here on this trip because this is farm country, dammit. I could not find my Hank Williams 8-track though. Oh well.
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So you had to endure Mr. Conway Twitty?
Ps. I'm sorry your sister has a pen1s. Was her name Charlie when she was growing up?