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These are great! I heard Ronald Reagan meow in the background. 😹

I thought the burger looked like a Big Mac, like someone on the restaurant staff had gone to buy and re-serve it because they didn't have the ingredients--like buns--to make a burger. Dale telling Christine not to give his daughter her (Christine's) phone because she was going to "post pictures of her 'titties' on the internet...Twitties!" cracked me up. He's such a jackass, but the one-liners on this show take me out. Is it me or does it look like the makeup crew might be doing something weird with "Dale's" nose now? It's distracting. It looks longer/more hooked. "Chip" and "Dale" used to look identical except for their hairstyles. Dale's mullet is something else.

My now-15-year-old Civic's color is "Rallye Red" (why the e? I don't know). I didn't particularly mean to pick red; it was the cheapest car the dealership had (manual drive, too!) and I was desperate. She's been awesome, and I love her. Her name is Scarlett O'Cara.

Hooray for Honda Civics!

Nooooo!!! That poor frog! Why did I click on the spoiler?!? I was warned! Time to brick over the back entry, @Mindthinkr! We occasionally had HUGE black snakes in our yard when I was growing up in the home my folks still live in. My mom always said, "It's just a harmless black snake." We also had garter snakes. I don't want ANY snakes, "harmless" or otherwise! I keep thinking of things and editing... I have no problem with frogs and salamanders/lizards/newts and will even pick them up. Snakes, though--be gone, devil creatures!

How is the new owner supposed to get the fish bowls out of the macrame to clean them?? They didn't look gently suspended by a few pieces of moveable yarn; they looked pretty tightly interwoven. What a ludicrous idea.

I get customers who don't bathe or use deodorant and then some that smell like they broke the bottle of cologne over their head. I'm not sure which is worse. Then there are the ones that REEK of pot so much that I imagine a cloud envelopes them like that of Pigpen of Peanuts fame. The stench lingers for 15 minutes after they leave. I really, really don't care if you smoke. I do care if I have to smell it and it smells like a pack of skunks ran through the place.

I'm already tired of the heat. I've lived in NC all my life and I've never gotten used to it. It was 94° yesterday evening when I went to the pharmacy. It's now 90°, but "feels like" 99°. The air conditioning barely works at my store, so I sweat my ass off all day. Can't wait to do that for eight hours later today. I'm ready for October.

Today is Little Mama's (aka Lexi's) fourth birthday! Happy birthday to this beautiful, aloof old soul, and gentle but fierce mother. She takes great care of Little Girl and me.

Yikes! The listing price has been incrementally dropped by $90K. So much for them making a profit on that project.

My childhood home/my parents' home is only 1,100 square feet, but has a kitchen the size of Karen's designed townhome, an adjacent dining area (shared space), a living room, three bedrooms, two baths and a walk-in laundry. My parents eventually enclosed the covered, fully attached carport and made it a garage, which also houses a walk-in storage closet. Two thousand square feet is a lot of space. It just doesn't seem like the original framing was very well planned.

Karen's designed kitchen was as small as mine, and I live in an 800-square-foot apartment. I don't understand why they didn't reframe some of the downstairs area in both townhomes to make bigger kitchens/dining/living rooms. I'd expect that people buying 2,000-square-foot+ homes want big kitchens and common areas. The stencils on the bar wall were hideous. That mustachioed hipster real estate agent looked like he just rolled out of bed and put on a hoodie to go see the townhomes.

I washed my pillows today, as I do every few months because clean, fresh pillows = good sleep. I was going to wash and use a second, much older (like, 30 years old) set I have because my neck and shoulders hurt from how I sleep. My pillows aren't very supportive, I guess. I thought set #2 was in my closet. They are not. They are nowhere to be found. I guess I threw them out when I was cleaning my closet out of clothes that no longer fit. I can't imagine why I would do that, when they were perfectly washable (cotton cover/fiber fill). Damn it.

I actually quite like the greenery here in my complex. It's 50 years old and there are lots of beautiful mature trees. That said, 6:00am is awfully early to start landscaping! Of course, now that the owner is going to be renovating the complex, I'll be moving at some point (HOW???😩😩😩😩😩), so it won't matter anymore. I'd put up with bi-weekly landscaping at dawn to not have to move. I don't envy the landscapers. It must be miserable work. It's 90-plus degrees here and they have to wear long sleeves and pants and lug around heavy equipment all day. Meanwhile, I'm complaining at my job because it's probably 80 degrees with no air circulation at the front end/my register and I'm sweating my ass off trying to speed-scan and -bag and lift 24-packs of beer all day. I have lost weight, though, so yay?

So many bushes.