Foot and Mouth

Published 4.11.04 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

I know most of you must be thinking I am mistaken and am referring to my oft caught disease of foot in mouth. But no. This time, I am talking about the real deal.

Yes. The disease that thousands of cattle are slaughtered over in an attempt to contain it. A coworker's child was running rampant around the office ploiferating germs everywhere. Claiming it wasn't contageous. HOW DO YOU THINK HE GOT IT? Dude.

Let me tell you, right now. My little hand santizer bottle is busy. It's lazy butt is OUT of it's brass holder!

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

Foot and Mouth

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