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me: Listening to Oh Boy, lusting after that harmonica.  GOOD LORD... pretty sure this album could be the end of my salvation.

ae: Just downloaded Oh Boy last night.  See you in hell!

Emergency twenty

I was probably ten or so.  My mom has her wallet out.  It's black and when you open it it flips up over the top and there are two rows of cards side-by-side.  In the pocket of the first one on the left there is a twenty dollar bill folded up and tucked behind her Costco card.  It's her "emergency twenty" and she tells me when I have money that I need to always keep a twenty dollar bill in my wallet just in case.  I still do it to this day.  I even fold it up just like she did and tuck it in a hidden spot in my wallet.  Tonight someone asked me for a twenty, and although I don't really carry cash, I had my secret stash thanks to my mama.

Ten-four

When I was little my dad had a huge shop in the way back of the property.  He'd spend hours and hours back there working on Beauty, his 1941 Willys coupe.  We had intercoms in the house and the shop, and occasionally my mom would tell me to call Daddy and let him know dinner was ready.  So I would and I remember he would always respond "ten-four."  I had no idea why he liked those numbers so much or what made him pick them every single time.  I just thought he was funny.  So then I would say back, "ten-six!" or "ten-eight!" and giggle like crazy.