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Kevy, I understand about accepting something for yourself that you wouldn't wish on your beloved. I am glad, though, that her problem has a solution of sorts. Too bad it's surgery, but they're pretty good at it these days.
The octopus thing... kind of creeps me out. Throw a stuffed octopus or something- don't kill a real one for nothing. It takes more than 8 games now anyway, so there's no point.
The hats I'm kind of ok with. Florida (?) throws rats. Not so much ok with that.
Me? Today I went to a funeral and nearly broke out in giggles several times. I figure it's ok to laugh at the officiant; he's not involved in the grief stuff. When the family members spoke, that affected me and that I can take seriously. The dead lady's daughter was *so* broken up... poor girl. And she got up to say a little bit about her mom dying just before mother's day.
That got me. But the preacher?? I nearly giggled. Several times.
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Why cycling? Anything [sport] that had to do with a ball, I wasn't very good at.
-Lance Armstrong
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