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There is nothing that helps my tolerance of other human beings like sitting in the Social Security office for two hours just to be told that I’ll have to come back with Girlie Bear to get her a new social security card.
- Apparently her birth certificate and my driver’s license wasn’t enough to prove that a) she exists and b) I’m her father.
Today for lunch, I indulged on something meaty, salty, and greasy.
- I chose a double cheeseburger over just chomping down on one of the annoying twits I dealt with this morning.
Of course, Girlie Bear’s high school hasn’t posted last semester’s grades to her university. It’s only a few thousand dollars worth of scholarship. Nothing important, if you think about it.
No, no, that’s OK. Park your car in the left lane of the freeway at rush hour, during a torrential downpour. I always like devoting 45 minutes of my life to sitting in traffic and listening to podcasts.
By the way, speaking of podcasts, inviting in a journalist who writes for the modern equivalent of TASS to discuss why she likes Bernie Sanders is uninformative and not newsworthy. Get me someone who works for a Fortune 500 company and used to be part of the Young Republicans, and it’ll be interesting.
Our next door neighbor moved out of his home of 70 years the other day. It’s going to be strange to not see him every afternoon when I get home.

by daddybear71 on March 10, 2016 • Permalink

Posted by daddybear71 on March 10, 2016

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