Here are my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone:
12/12/2011 11:55am. My car’s dashboard 72,201 (odometer) and 912.2 (speedometer) at 11:54am.
12/12/2011 08:40am. My car’s dashboard 72,177 (odometer) and 888.4 (speedometer).
12/12/2011 10:43am. We were backing out to attend to yet another one of our daily errands when I saw a bunch of big, gray birds fly over head in a western direction.
12/12/2011 09:19am. While sitting at Carrow’s for breakfast, I started to rant about how the twit mistreated the boy. “I’m not going to sit there!” She did that twice to my recollection. For example, since that twit is the shortest to the four of us, she dared to allow the TALL boy to sit on the aisle side of a four-seated table. In another situation, she didn’t want to sit in the middle of the back seat to the MB E430. But Maw tried to calm me down. But we are fed up with her and my grudge against the twit would NEVER go away until the hen-pecked boy finds a suitable mate who doesn’t deceive him so badly. What are guys so stupid?
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