August 27, 2006
Okay, so I never did make that list...
I still went to the store.
The whole house is back to "near perfect" and I'm fine.Except, my back hurts, but now it's because of the fact that the house is once again clean. I'm tired like a sumbitch, too. Slept last night just fine.
Woke up mid-morning, feeling fine. Tweaked the house, did some shit and now I feel like I've been etherized or something... all limp and feh... But, I still have to go get Mr Boss's money today.
Gonna go tap the ATM at the gas station, run that to him, feed the stupid dogs and lay down.
IF I don't end up laying down, involuntarily, sometime before then... Peace
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August 26, 2006
Still goin'...
What I'm working on now is the last of the laundry.
Everything else, except bathing the dog, is done.Including vacuuming twice. Next load is gonna be the last of the clothes, including what I'm wearing.
While this shit is washing, I'm gonna grab a shower, wash the hair (been sweatin' a bit... *grin*) and eventually go to the store. I'm outta Sweet-n-Low and I can't have that. If I go to sleep and wake up to no Sweet-n-low, hence no decent cuppa coffee, it could get ugly.
It has before.
So... I'll go "now" while I'm still up that way it'll be here when I need it.
Need a coupla other things anyway... Which reminds me, I need to make a list for that.
Which I guess I'll go do. Peace
Posted by: Stevie at 09:23 PM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
ooo, I musta been a good kid here lately....
Suddenly, I have the (mostly clean) house to myself til a bit after 10pm.
How cool is that? George is in Joisey and Sr. & Jr. have gone to help out at "the fair" again tonight. Whatevah. As long as I get to be here, in a clean house, feeling better and everything relatively okay (still can't fathom Rob, man...), I don't care who does what to whom. Ya know what amazed me?It took the whole time I was sick for this house to get as bad as it was.
I thought it was gonna take multiple DAYS to get it back into shape. Nope. Only took a few hours.
Amazing. Only bad thing is, I still can't find Jesus Christ Superstar, damn it.
Nor the second Wall CD, which leads me to believe they're somewhere together, in a bag, hanging or hiding somewhere I don't remember putting them. Feh. I'll find 'em, some damned day. Meanwhile, I'm gonna go flit around nekkid whilst smoking some aromatic weeds.
(If I can quit staring at this lava lamp. Man, this thing is cool...) Fuck, man.
I still can't believe Rob up and died....
It's almost like being so sick for so long erased the whole thing from my brain.
Wish it could erase the whole thing, period... Goddamn, I miss him.
Feel so lost, sometimes. Found Paul for a few minutes last night, though...
That was nice.
Hope I manage to do it again soon. Now, off to find something FUN to do. Peace, people....
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Git 'er done...
Got almost everything on the list done, including cat flea collars.
Also put together my new lava lamp/floor lamp. I have always wanted a lava lamp and now, finally, I have one.
It's pretty, too.
The loads I'm doing now are miscellanenous stupid shit, like cat- and cow-shaped pillows, blankets from the living room, rugs, crap like that. Other than that, all I need to do is get a shower, see what's up with my hair and go to the store for some shit. Need to make a list for that, first. And, eat before I go. On the other hand, maybe I'll lay down for a while.
I am gettin' kinda tired. But first... some eggs, I think.
Eggs and toast.
Yeah... Peace, y'all...
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Still goin'...
Toldja I feel better.
So far, I've got the bathroom pretty much straightened up, catbox dumped and re-newed, laundry happenin'...And, the living room. All the catboxes in here are brand new and fresh.Trash is gone, too.
(Guys accumulate a lot of it, though... daaaamn.) Next is the front room, followed by the kitchen. Then, there's gonna be much vacuuming and mopping. And, washing of (damned) dishes. Gotta admit...
it does feel good to feel good enough to wanna do this shit. Also gotta admit, when I first heard that George was goin' to Jersey this weekend, my first thought was, "Shit.", because he's my backup, licensed driver who can go to the store-n-shit insteada me, since I was busy dying and all. I was kinda skeert at first, but I really do feel better. My back is still a little tight, but now it's because I'm workin' it, not because I'm layin' on it. I've got my Aleve, if I need 'em, which I think I might soon. Meanwhile, I have half an hour before I hafta make sure Eric's up and I wanna have at least the front room done before he gets down here, so I'm outta here. I'll be back.
I need to see if there's anything I can strike off the original list (which didn't include washing the dog, a thing I must do, nor did it have
Got the front room done just as he came down.
Now all that's left is the kitchen, as far as two catboxes, trash patrol and cleaning out the fridge, putting away shit from the store from the other day. I am every bit as bad as Rob for doin' that... bring home shit from the store and just leave it sit in the bags til I need it.
Not shit that needs to be refridgerated.... Oh, and dishes.
My back just looooves the idea of standing long enough to wash alla those sonsabitches, lem'me tell ya.
pft Oh yeah, I've also changed all five CD's to Stevie Ray.
I still can't find JCS... But, SRV is rocking me through the hard parts.
Like walking erect... And, now that the guys are all outside, I'm gonna go jack up the volume and keep on truckin'. Back later...
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August 25, 2006
Okay then...
Junior just went to bed.
Senior's been gone (to bed) for about 45 minutes.
George is in Jersey for the weekend.
The stupid rain has knocked out the satellite signal, naturally, so I'm gonna go put Jesus Christ Superstar on the "big" CD player and try cleaning the kitchen and front room.
I'm gonna need all the help I can git.
Posted by: Stevie at 08:49 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
I officially feel better...
I've driven the car twice today.
I had two Mickey D's hamburgers and some fries.
I've got Eric blowin' out the top of my shop vac in preperation of me cleaning this house.
But, just lately, jeans are fitting again, so yea! that.
Best part about wearing jeans is being able to wear my black clogs with them.
(Like I am right now, yes...) God, I've got so much that needs to be done and I don't know yet how much energy, but even the thought of making a list is tiring. Let's see.... Off the top of my head, I need to:
Vacuum eveything, every where... twice
See how far I get before my body is wiped out. Pray for me, please... Peace
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August 24, 2006
Eh, it's 90% my back now...
The front of me feels lots better.
It's my back that kickin' my ass right now.
It hurts more than anything else might.
The two I have now are driving my nuts.
One's Rob's and one I bought.
The one I bought lights every time you flick it, but it's dying, almost outta gas.
Rob's, on the other hand, has plenty of gas, but will only light after you've flicked it 497 times. Funny. I'll get Eric to ride with me to the gas station.
And, go in.
Driving will be plenty enough to handle without walking around, thanks. All I've gotta do is wait for him to come in for lunch. Gonna do that laying down. Peace
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August 22, 2006
Sorry for the 'tude...
If it makes it remotely better at all, that's the worst it's been so far, which, considering how much this whole deal hurts, sucks and needs to fuck off already, is pretty good.
A lesser person would have scaled a silo, rifle in teeth, a week ago. Not to mention, I keep hearing the same stupid shit from Eric, who friggin' well knows better. He knows as well as I do we can't afford me going to a doctor. Besides, I am getting better, albeit s-l-o-w-l-y. I'm about to go get a nice long shower, I think.That's what I wanna do.
Just hope climbing the stairs doesn't wear me out. I can get around some, obviously, but I still can't walk fast and I feel kinda weak and shakey when I do walk.
As long as I go slow, I'm fine. My lower back is just a mass of sore and tightness. As far as the pain down the front of me, it's moving down and the area it covers is also getting smaller. Coughing no longer makes my entire head feel like exploding nor does it make me feel like puking anymore, thank God. And, about the only good thing about this shit... I am losing weight. I can see it and feel it. I can't wait til the first day I feel "normal" again.
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August 20, 2006
Okay, fine. So, the doctor said...
"You have no insurance, huh? How you planning on paying for this? A little at a time? A few bucks a week? I don't fuckin' THINK so, Lady. What? You think I went through med school and an internship just to HELP PEOPLE? Oh, fuck no, you deluded git. I have BILLS. I have a country-club membership to pay for, not to mention my fifth Beemer. I don't work for free. Fuck that oath. If you ain't got cash or insurance, go someplace (else) and die."
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August 19, 2006
Day 9...
*siiiigh*
Any-goddamned-day, now, ya know? It's lettin' off. Liiiittle by little.Sometimes, in fact, it's sooooo subtle, it's hard to notice.
(/sarcasm) Mostly all I am now is sore and achey.
Soaking in a warm/hot tub is good for that. Still drinking the electrolyte stuff, but also the random cuppa coffee, clear soda, lotsa water....
And, I'm finally making iced tea again.
But... THIS time, I'm also bleach-soaking/cleaning my pitcher. Last time I made it, I left it out, like yer s'posed to, to cool.
I thought one of these MEN around here might stick it in the fridge when it was ready, but nooooooooooooooooooo.
Those crackbaby-bastards were too busy DRINKING IT ALL. Puckin' futzes. ANYway... they're all at some old car show at the custard-stand up the road. I, on the otherhand, am here, making tea, hanging out, walkin' slow and even more slowly feeling better. Guess what I did earlier? Ate real food for the first time in 9 days. Wanna guess what it was (Mad William)? Ohhellyeah, Swedish Meatballs. George had gone to Hanover (where they make those tooth-bustin' pretzels) and I happened to catch him in time, before he got home, and I got him to pick me up some of them and some Spaghetti-O's.
I knew I wanted one of the two and it ended up being the Meatballs. My gawd, I have NEVER tasted anything s'good in my LIFE. Best part?
There're more of 'em and the guys won't touch 'em.
THEY think Swedish Meatballs looks like calf scours.
Of course, they're also RETARDED, but... whatever keeps 'em outta my shit, right? On that note, I'm outta here.
Back upstairs, where I left my lighter.
And, my "more fun smokables".
(I've been thankin' God more every DAY that I took that trip to Bucks when I did. I can barely imagine what this whole episode woulda been like without weed and the thought makes me literally just wanna die and get it over with...) Meantime... Peace, y'all...
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August 18, 2006
*feeble wave*
After seven straight days of unmitigated hell, I've come to the conclusion that I must've got an undercooked piece of chicken.
One of the things that didn't exactly match when I looked it up a few days ago (salmonella) was that it lasts for as long a week or more. I was feeling better enough that day to think the worst was over, so it seemed that that wasn't the problem. Today is day eight.Today, for the first time, I'm downstairs, after God knows how long.
Today for the first time, I'm taking care of shit online (bills- one anyway).
I'm writing.
I actually cleaned a little bit. I'm still sore as fuckall, but yesterday, George got me a buncha different kindsa clear sodas and orange juice, stuff like that because after two gallons of spring water in two days, that was getting tired. And, yeah, I've been drinking so much water this week, that on one of the few excursions I've been able to make outta the house, I got myself six gallons of bottled water.
If this farm water can kill a coffeepot so easily, I didn't even wanna THINK about what it might be doing to my already raw insides.
It's helped.... Then, George went out and got me some electrolyte stuff.
Orange-y flavored, pediatric electrolyte stuff.
That helped even more. Still haven't been able to bring myself to eat yet.
Everything I think of is "pft... nah".
Except Swedish Meatballs. Like my stomach needs that for a first meal... I've been downstairs here for a coupla hours.
A record of late. What I'm gonna do today is hang out upstairs still, but getting the wash done.
Already have the first load in.
It may be a sloooooow process, but, it'll get done. A cool coincidence...
This morning was the first morning I woke up feeling at all rested, pain-free...
and, I laid there for a minute, then turned my head to look at the TV and there was James Arness.
*smile* Made me feel a little better.
And, lest y'all don't believe that, the last time I was able to get down two pieces of toast was only after I was fortunate enough to catch an episode of Drew Carey all about dance and got to see the whole "5 o'clock world" dance sequence.
Honest to God, that made me feel so much better, I got up and toddled down here and made the toast. So, yeah, I must still be alive beause I am most definitely still weird. Back later, God willing. Peace
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August 14, 2006
And,
since Friday, I have eaten the following:
Two pieces of toast. And, that was yesterday afternoon. I'm thinkin' it might be time for two more.Posted by: Stevie at 08:54 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)
Okay, this just made me laugh outloud (and it didn't hurt my stomach at all)...
Headline at FARK:
BBC - A woman's sex drive begins to plummet once she is in a secure relationship, according to research conducted by almost every married man on planet earthIt's still makin' me giggle...
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And...
I'm back again.
I said I was gonna go check the rabbit.He was fine.
Just needed some grain is all.
I came back in and fed the following: Outside cats (filled the feeder)
Inside cats, including water.
Murphy, and
the parakeet. Moving around a little seemed to loosen me up some. Got done with the critters and took a coupla Ibuprofen again and laid down. Never really did fall asleep.
Just laid there, reading, mostly. Got up to go to the bathroom (which has been becoming steadily easier, thank God) and when I got done reading in there (Dreams of Ada in the bedroom, Deadly Relations in the "library"...), I found myself bent over, putting my hair up in one of those "top-of-the-head" ponytails.
Then, I came back down here and looked up "salmonella" to see if I'd poisoned myself with the chicken I made whenever it was a few days ago and that Eric said was the last thing he saw me eat. But, the symptoms don't match that well. Maybe it was some kinda "stomach thing". I have no clue. I'm just glad it seems to be over now, or getting close to "gone".
Now, if my back would give me a break... *rolls eyes* Maybe if I start moving around some...
Get Eric to knead into it when he comes in for breakfast... Meanwhile, I think I'll go splice my speaker wire back together that some dopey, random cat chewed through on the CD player... the "big" one, not the Walkman...
Then, since there ain't jackshit on TV (I'm watching friggin' Saved by the Bell, for God's sake) and I don't wanna waste energy fighting with the tape and/or DVD player in the kitchen, I'm just gonna (blast?)... have music playing. Like the soundtrack of Jesus Christ Superstar... Yeeeaaahhh...
*grinning* Back later. Peace
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Gettin' better...
Rather than starting at the end, now (hopefully), when I do indeed feel better and trying to tell this story backwards, lem'me start when this did... in earnest.
Now, I don't know how much I've related lately about PAWS, but this lady is goin' like wildfire here lately. I think it was Wednesday when she took three more cats.Brought two back.
The third, frankly, I expected to die.
That'd be "Missy".
I think she's had kittens before, but this time, it was bad.
None of the kittens lived more than a day.
She didn't clean them, herself or anything else.
It was Tuesday night, I believe (man, having been so out of it for so long, my memory is fried, y'all...), that she had 'em.
Wednesday morning, the PAWS lady called.
By the time she showed up later that night, I'd decided to send "Missy" along because she needed lots more help than I could give her.
They kept her for two days, gave her what she needed to get better and did wind up spaying her.
She did have an infection, but it wasn't that bad... couldn'ta been or they'd not have done her.
Anyway, they bring back two cats, take another two to be done and they were all supposed to be home, Missy included, Friday night. So, I was hurtin' by then, but, I held it together til after this got done.
I vaguely remember her giving me medicine for two cats and I also remember writing what she said on the boxes, thank God. She leaves and shortly thereafter, I'm in hell. By 10pm, I'm in the bathroom.
I'd brought a soda with me, thinking if I could burp, it'd help. Wrong. Thank God, I only took two small sips of it, because that's what I threw up later. *shudder* That was around 3am and by then I'd already started making my "bed" in there. Towels piled one on top of another, huuuge towels, too.
Found a blanket in the closet, used that too.
All that shit and still I'm sore, as I type, from having laid there for so long.
(And, I haven't picked it up yet, either, because I'm not 100% yet and I know if I do dismantle the nest in the bathroom, I'll end up needing it again, so... peese on that for now.) Anyway, I spent thirty hours alternating between laying on my pile of crap on the floor, moaning and sitting on the toilet, moaning. Everytime I expelled anything (and I only had that one bout of puking, sooo...), I did feel it back off the tiniest bit. After a while, the pain started breaking up, coming in waves, instead of being full on all the time, like it had been. Shortly after that, the pain once again became what it was created for... a warning, in this case anyway, to go back to sitting on the toilet, quick. HOWEVER.... (I do wish Rob was here to read this next lil part, because, if it weren't for him, I'd just skip this detail, but... hell with it...) However, in trying to get up, putting any kind of strain on my abdominal muscles not only hurt, it also caused my ass to get started before I was exactly ready. Twice. Not a lot, but any is enough, no? (Thanks a lot Rob, now people everywhere are simultaneously barfing and wondering about me...) Aaaanyway... I got better QUICK at figuring out what the different pains meant. Oh and by the way?
Thank God there's a bathroom in the barn, not 20 feet from here.
Jr. and George didn't bother me once in all those thirty hours.
Eric? *giggle* I wanted to kill him. Without fail, if I managed to doze off for a bit, to escape the pain in sleep during the hours he was awake, WITHOUT fail, fifteen minutes after I'd blissfully dozed off... *bang, bang, bang* on the door.
Scared the hell outta me, tore my stomach UP bad and he just kept peeing.
He didn't shit once, which leads me to believe he shit in the barn bathroom, so why the hell didn't he pee there, too?
Or anywhere ELSE, for that matter?
He's got a dick.
A nice, friendly one that I know likes me more than to keep scaring me awake and making me feel sick all over again.
The dude could piss off the back step.
But, nooooooooooooo. He's gotta continually fuck me up. By the time he went to bed, I'd had enough. As he leaves, he says, "Sorry to keep bothering you." To which I replied, "Then, STOP IT." I didn't say it all mean and snotty, just clipped, like I was kidding at being annoyed, but the fact that I'd even said it was proof I really was getting there.
(Getting points across to Eric is a complicated frickin' business....) Anyway, he cut it out. I spent most of Sunday laying there, on the floor. I'd get up sometimes, go to the bathroom, then walk downstairs, to get cigarettes, a big glass for water, a cuppa coffee once in a while...
Walking at that point felt like I'd had massive surgery on my abdomin.
Had to go reeeeal slow, real lightly... one step at a time. But, by then, that was about the only time I was hurting anymore.
There were no more "general" waves of pain.
It just hurt when I used my abdominal muscles.
For anything Sometime Sunday afternoon, I felt better enough to swallow two Ibuprofen and go lay in the waterbed. The first time I got up to pee, I waited too long and it hurt like all hell.
After that, I got up every hour or so, just to stay a step ahead of the pain. Gradually, it got better. Eric came in and squashed all my muscles, my legs, my back, my neck, my feet... everything and that helped a lot. Spent about 12 hours there, dozing and getting up to pee.
Was "spotting" a little then, too.
Tried a cotton cork, mostly as a dipstick, to see what was up up there.
When I removed it later, NOTHING was going on up there, I just dealt with it as it happened.
(And, it has stopped, now...) Around 3am, I got up, went to the bathroom, came down here and here I am. As of now, I have a vague ache in my guts, my back feels like it's been a week since I laid down, I have a minor headache and I'm tired. And, this house is FUCKED UP. I need to clean it, but I don't have the strength to even start yet. Maybe later today.
After I actually SLEEP for a while. Which I am about to go do. I need to drag my ass out there and check on the rabbit, though.
Bet nobody has thought to tend him since I did last... *sigh* Yeah.
Gonna go do that, then go lay back down. Hopefully when I wake up, I'll feel better enough to clean the house. Peace
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August 13, 2006
Quick update....
After spending 30 hours on the bathroom floor and catching seveal "coupla hour naps" in the waterbed today, I feel somewhat better.
The entire front of me isn't hurtin' anymore, just the lower half, and what does hurt, HURTS. Coughing is a scary thing to think about.Best to just grip the guts and get it over with as gently as possible. My period seems to be hanging around, threatening to stir up shit, but I'm ignoring that.
Fuck my period and everything inside of me that has to do with it.
I've been saying for years that I hate my period, my ovaries, my uterus... just ALL of it and I do, BOY do I, but my hand to God, I've not felt this much RESENTMENT toward it before. It's done this before.
"I'm gone. See ya next month."
*two days later*
"I'M BAAA-ACK..." Pish. With everything else I'm still dealin' with the LAST thing I need is any shit from that shit. Ya know? Anyway... Nice to know I can barf without losing my "really loose tooth".
I was worried about that.
Nice to know I can shit alien things I've never seen the likes of before without even eating anything.
'Bout all my stomach says it can handle is the occasional cuppa coffee.
That's fine.
Coffee'll keep the headache away better'n any aspirin could do, PLUS it doesn't piss my stomach off later, either.
I think aspirin did yesterday.
My ribs under my right boob are no longer on fire, either.
Finally.
However, my whole body hurts so bad from laying to the bathroom floor for so long... jeezus. And, I don't know where I get that from, but I've done it forever, laying on the bathroom floor when I'm sick.
It just helps, somehow. And, I know "doctor".
It's not just that I'm even more hardheaded than Rob when it comes to admitting defeat and going to one of those guys, it's also that I have no insurance and I don't see me being a priority because of that.
Meanwhile, I get to stay home, be as comfortable as I can be, do whatever the hell I want TO feel better and... it's free. Thank all that is holy I went to Bucks a coupla weeks ago...
If it weren't for the weed, this would be even worse. And now, I think my ass is giving me the "I have to shit again" rumble, so I'm off to the damned bathroom again. Right after I stop in the kitchen and get a cuppa coffee to take with me. So... I am still alive and I almost don't mind that. Peace
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August 11, 2006
Ow, damn it.
Okay.
This has been going on long enough.
Not long enough for me to go see a doctor, oh hell no.
Just "long enough" to finally ask advice or for suggestions.
While it was here, oddly enough, and for a few days afterward I had the energy to get a lotta shit done around here. Mind you, this was in spite of the fact that the last day of my terrorist visit had my right-side ribs under my boob aching.
(I either got or just felt so bloated this time... christ.)
I'd get Eric to knead into my back, around my shoulder blade and that helps alot.
Laying down helps.
When I first get up, I barely notice it, then, after I eat or start trying to do shit, it starts hurtin' a LOT. My mid-to-lower back also feels like it was slammed with my Pusser Club. And, now, to add to the wonderfulness that is this horseshit, my intestines feel like I've got air/glass/bricks in 'em and walking JARS me hard, BUT... there is nothing "projectile" issuing from either of my ends. I mean... I feel FINE, except basically, the front of me aches in a coupla places. Oh, and the swelling in my legs from that terrorist visit is still here, too.
No where near as bad, but, still here.
It's lower on my legs now and it feels weird walkin' sometimes, like I've got water balloons on toppa my feet. While alla this kinda shit has happened before and resolved itself rather quickly without me doing any more than enduring it, I don't seem to remember all of it happening at the same time, nor for this long after the fact. Plus, I'm gettin' damned tired of it now. So... any ideas?
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Well, great.
Now, I have "Dueling Banjos" stuck in my head.
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August 10, 2006
Starburst fruit chews....
Maeve needs us.
She sent out an email a week or so ago about Starburst no longer making her sons favorite flavors.He's autistic and these two flavors, Kiwi Banana and Tropical Punch, are the only two flavors the little guy likes.
He likes 'em so much, in fact, that he'll talk to get 'em. People have been emailing and calling (Cat) the parent company, appealing to them to not cease production of these two flavors no no avail. That pissed me off.
(That it was to no avail, not that people have been contacting them...) SO...
I found this place.
Which led to this specific page. Now, what
Just need to get her snail mail address again... Anyway, if you like kids (*and who, besides me, doesn't?), if ya have a little disposable cash handy, if yer bored, if you wanna do something selfless, if ya wouldn't mind or if ya just plain WANT TO, click that second link, make sure the one you choose has the right flavors and do a sweet lady and a cool little kid a favor... send 'em some.
They even have smaller lots and individual packs too, I think... Meantime... Peace, y'all....
"*" addressed in the EP...
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