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So my stepson calls me today. This is not unusual, in fact we've gotten very close since my divorce, but he called while I was at work (instead of texting) so I was concerned when I couldn't answer. I discreetly texted him back quickly to make sure everything was ok. Usually he calls to tell me he got a part in a play, or wants to go out for dinner, or something like that - but this is what he called about today:
"Me and BJ found a muffler. Can we sell it?"
LOL!!! Crazy kid. Then he wanted to know if they could come raid my fridge. Have you ever had ravenous teenage boys raid your fridge? Yeah.
Right now I'm catching up on "Modern Family" and eating Velveeta right out of the box. THAT can't be good. Shit.
One more thing. It is supposed to snow 2 feet in the mountains the next few days and be extremely stormy. I have a date on Saturday that requires me to drive right through it. Neat. Murphy's Law. It hasn't snowed all fucking winter.