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The story of my birth is as follows.
A long since forgotten musician was practicing the Moonlight Sonata.
Her piano was not in tune, and was actually missing four strings. Unheard of.
She stopped abruptly and complained that the piano was rubbish and could only produce rubbish.
She slammed her fingers down on the keyboard producing one loud cacophony of dissonant noise.
From that noise I was conceived.
One month later my parents were married.
Six months later, I was born. The nurse brought my mother a beautiful baby boy. She was so proud and pleased.
Then another nurse entered the room with a second baby in. She smiled and explained telling there had been a mistake. She handed me to my mother, and took the first baby to its actual mother.
My mom and dad looked at me in silence.
My mom said, "Well, this is a disappointment. We'll try again."
My dad said, "We had to get married for that?"

I laughed at the situation then. I laugh at it now.

I think bedbugs are wonderful pests.

My bride befriended the squirrels by giving them peanuts. We've gotten to know them so well that they are willing to come into our house and help with the chores!

(They are admirably suited to doing things under low furniture like a sofa or dresser.)

Nah! It doesn't hurt. I can barely feel them

I was born in the right body.

I was totally taken in by Cockney Rebel's post about bedbugs being wonderful pests, because I misread it and thought he was saying bedbugs make wonderful pets.
I had to agree, because they are very low maintenance and not bothersome at all.

A report from Norway was just released stating there has been an increased body displacement when using the restroom.
The report describes the phenomena as:
The individual enters a restroom, sits down, etc., etc., they get up flush, wash their hands, open the door, step through it, and like stepping through a curtain, they find they are not where they were when they entered the restroom. Individuals sometimes find they are in a neighbor's home, just next store. Some are miles away. A few have been transported to other countries entirely.

The investigators and scientists in Norway and France have looked for common denominators.
Where the restroom is located does not matter.
The type of restroom did not matter. Everything from outhouses to restrooms in 5 start luxury hotels. There was one reported instance of this happening on a cruise liner. The woman's husband understandably was in a panic until a call was made to the ocean liner informing the ship that the woman had popped up in home on Jonestown Rd, Covington, Virginia. She was fine, though rattled by the view from the window. One minute that vast ocean. The next minute, vast farmland and woods.
It was also reported that a gold fish appeared in a toilet, found by a child. The parent told her it must have teleported from another toilet, while his goldfish teleported to another aquarium elsewhere. This item was in the appendix of the report, and noted the parent most likely unsuccessfully flushed the dead goldfish.

The only things that don't seem to have an affect are flushing and washing hands.

Scientist are attempting to determine how to control this phenomena so they can place a toilet on the Moon and eventually Mars.
Politicians are interested if they can control sending people to specific countries, and control block other countries from sending their people.

Maybe have a lock installed on the outside of your bathroom, outhouse, or porta potty.

The better off the billionaires are doing, the better off society is doing.

I love going to the gym every single day despite the presence of "The Hoard."

Weight loss is easy.

Nothing beats gas station sushi.

There was something living in the walls of my home. Once in awhile, I could hear it moving around, humming the most forlorn tune. I think it was the sound of a female. It is hard to tell.
One time, while taking a shower, I heard a laugh that quickly stopped as suddenly as it started. That was maybe a month ago.
This morning, as I was waking up, I heard the wisps of footsteps in the hall. They abruptly stopped, and heard a faint, soft, voice say good morning. I think that is what I heard. Then there was a sound like cotton sheets getting sucked into a wall in the hall. I honestly don't know if it was real or if I was coming out of an early morning dream.
After getting out of bed, I turned on my computer, brought up YouTube and this was at the top of the page.
Mary Hopkin "Goodbye" on The Ed Sullivan Show
The walls have been quiet all day, and evening. I actually miss the sounds.

The Cincinnati Reds are going to with the Super Bowl.

I love to celebrate the differences between men and women. It makes me feel like a queen.

While laying in bed this morning, just on the verge of waking up, something bumped my bed.

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