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[kittydesade]

Alexanders Fußballmannschaft hat nicht nur das Fußballspiel veloren, sondern sich auch verletzt. Fragen Sie Ihre Partnerin/Ihren Partner, wo jedes Mannschaftsmitglied verletzt ist.

e.g. Wo ist Nummer 1 verletzt?
Der Arm tut ihm weh.

Wo ist Nummer 2 verletzt?
Die Hand tut ihm weh.

Wo ist Nummer 6 verletzt?
Das Bein tut ihm weh.

Wo ist Nummer 9 verletzt?
... Das Bild ist nicht klar. Der Rücken tut ihm weh?

Wo ist Nummer 5 verletzt?
Der Kopf tut ihm weh. Which is what happens when you hit the ball with it. Or other players.

Wo ist Nummer 11 verletzt?
Das Ohr tut ihm weh.

Wo ist Nummer 7 verletzt?
Die Augenhöle tut ihm weh. Because even though I know what they were going for, when someone has two black eyes, my thought isn't, ow my eyes hurt. My thought is, oh god my orbital sockets.

Surely there's got to be better ways to memorize the parts of anatomy. Ponder. Other than singing the Head Shoulders Knees And Toes song repeatedly.


There. Modly duties discharged for the nonce, updated posted in Juke Joint Jezebel, and some other stuff done. And now filing and emails and blah. I have also remembered to get quarters, and made an appointment with a mortgage counselor person with my Big Evil Bank and emailed the city inspector guy to ask about his help in finding an inspector. Like a motherfucking adult.

... I apologize in advance for anyone this might offend. But at the moment I am so, so sick of the GOP circus that is their primary run that this had me laughing to the point of tears. Vote Canada Party in 2012? It plays on so many stereotypes from both countries and I think I needed that tongue in cheek gentle lambasting. Oh yes.

Oogh. It's funny how this whole housebuying adventure is affecting my thinking. I'm not losing the big parts per se, but I'm losing the little bits. The whys and wherefores of things, little details, my ability to pay attention and analyze and cope on the smaller, more minute level. This is resulting in way more frazzle than I want. And yet I suppose the plus side to this is, if it were going any slower, I might still be this frazzled and it would take forever and a data figure to get my head on straight. The way it's going, it's slower than I want it to be but just fast enough that there's measurable progress and I'm not chewing my fingers off trying to distract myself.

.... at this point, though, I think I'd just as soon have the peace and quiet of mind. Or more sleep.

　　　　　

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[kittydesade]

Oh, right.

I shall eat the BANKERS' fingers! They are the offending parties here, after all. Well, some of them. The ones who don't contact when they say they will.

Well, not everyone can like Supernatural! If they did, the internet would be very boring. ;) Thank you!

[lemon_badgeress]

This is a good plan.

I am full of tequila and feel TERRIBLY GUILTY that I am not reading your fic.

[kittydesade]

You should be full of tequila, not guilt! Guilt and tequila should never coexist in the same body. I am full of cheese of various kinds. Maybe there should be rum as well.