: uncle, uncle, for pete’s sake :

the whirly girl

image204All right, already. Enough with the misery. Seven inches of this white crap came salting out of the sky last weekend — mere days ago. Now it’s back for another go, with ten more inches (if you believe the weather forecast, which I flat-out refuse to do) and more subzero temperatures. I’m living in a damn snow globe.

But that’s not the worst part. Oh, no, The worst part is: work was canceled. I can’t believe I said that, but it’s true. I’d rather have been at work, sorting screws or stuffing envelopes. Instead, I was trapped inside with the human equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. Her name is Betty. You wouldn’t like her.

She lives in the apartment above me and spends her day — 22 ½ hours of it, anyway — in an old, broken down recliner. Except she’s not reclining. She’s squirming and grinding, writhing and…

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