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Yesterday in the attic

March 15, 2010 AmeliaJake 2 Comments

With the dumpster in the driveway crying out, “Feed me; feed me.” , I felt compelled to go to the attic yesterday and throw a lot of stuff down. (What the heck is the correct punctuation for that sentence anyway?) After I had cleared out a lot of attic stuff, I felt pretty good; this morning I feel pretty achy. The backs of my legs especially. Then this morning was the first DST weekday morning and I felt drugged – and not with the kind of drugs that help the aches.

A couple of the folks at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse here have suggested that the cure is the hair of the dog that bit me, i.e., more filling of the dumpster. Well, you “couple of folks” , suppose you take your foldovers, open them up and fold them back over your noses. Obviously, I seem not to be in a cheery little mood. Especially since I watched a show titled “Hoarding: Buried Alive” last night and am now looking suspiciously at my stuff sitting here and there and on top of the first here and there.

Ack! I am staring at Cletus, one of the original “couple of folks” . . . and I know he is about to ask if I got a big enough dumpster. Yes, he stage whispered it to his companion, Floyd. And they are snickering. I don’t care if they have twinkles in their eyes, next time they are going to have super glue in their foldovers.

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pottermom says:

March 16, 2010 at 2:57 pm

The comma goes inside the quotation marks. Odd rule isn’t it. I never quite get punctuation rules but then I am the queen of run-on sentences. Unfortunately I punctuate like I talk, pretty much non-stop.

I was hopeful that I would clean out a BUNCH of stuff with this girl moving out next week but it appears that she and her future husband don’t think they can fit all her junk and his junk in a 650 square foot apartment. I say shove it in and use the boxes as furniture. They aren’t going for it. Seriously, a little upholstery fabric and they can call it a modern box couch…..

Do you think I could get them to elope? These last few days might just kill me. She’s worthless now. Maid of Honor showed up today and I’ve seen the last of her help. Not like I don’t have a thousand and one people showing up this week and offering to help. When they prove to be helpless they’ll just be underfoot. BUT it is the last wedding and then I’m done.

If you don’t hear from me it’s because I’m hiding in my closet sucking my thumb in the dark…..

I can see Rose sitting there with her smirky smile at the thought of me losing it. She’s in a rather sarcastic mood for her isn’t she? Nice to get a “hey” from her, she’s usually quite silent around me.
AmeliaJake says:

March 16, 2010 at 5:47 pm

Yes, I think you are right about the comma but I got to thinking if the dumpster had been insistent with a “Feed me, Feed me!” I think the exclamation mark would be inside the quotes and then do you use a comma outside to indicate a partial stop before the sentence continues?

Oh, my head, my head . . .

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