Nobody needs to read this, it is my vent; my pointless whining; my complaint which I cannot utter; my primordial yawp. Probably I won’t even post it. Kind of like James Stewart dictating to his secretary in “Mr. Hobbs takes a vacation”. I hate dishwashing. One of my first jobs, over four decades ago, was […]
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