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Called my mobile from the home phone and left it off the hook while I pursued the sound of the theme song from the Rugrats to its hiding place under my bed. Ran back across the laminate floor to hang up the home phone before it went to voicemail.

In my socks.

Slid the last four feet on my rear and knee.

I think I left myself a voicemail saying "Shit!"

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So I finally had the dreaded conversation--with my father, NOT with my mom, which, while easier--he being the person who takes monumental screw-ups calmly and flips over wet towels, and my mom being the other way round--may not be the safest option in the long run, but he backed me into a corner, so...

Yeah.

He ain't pleased.

But it wasn't as soul-destroying as expected.

Possibly further updates when mother is told and reacts. *wince*



ALL OF YOU keep me on-track about my SINGLE DAMN CLASS this summer, will you? I'm not up for any more of this...