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I rarely drop by here, but it's that time of year. Again. Best wishes, Ms Smith (and cohorts).
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Shouldn't that be "Dr. Miss" ?
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Don't know, never seen Naoko' s CV or calling card, and only know her ex-marital status (and somehow doubt she retains the Mrs....). Miss Smith sounds like someone from Agatha Christie or one of my primary school teachers. So I err on the side of marital status neutrality!
Anyway, wasn't Doctor Smith in Lost in Space? "You bubble headed booby!" "Danger, Will Robinson, danger."
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Dr. usually replaces Miss, Ms. or Mrs.
Unless for my youngest daughter who is an MD married to a Ph.D. in a medical speciality. Dr. can be confusing but they use Dr (first name) (surname) to avoid confusion. She tried using her maiden name after Dr. but that caused problems with financial institutions.
An aside: I have just finished putting up our Christmas decorations. We're the last in our neighbourhood to do so. The reason? My wife's birthday was a few days ago and my eldest granddaughter's birthday was yesterday - Christmas Eve.
Christmas starts AFTER the birthdays.
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She tells the story that having got her Doctorate, her Dad took her for a slap-up meal at a posh restaurant. The waiter took his orders from her Dad, and asked what 'Miss' would have.
Her reply is a gem: "That's Doctor Miss, thank you".
I think those institutions have just about grasped that some ladies want their names (or some specified appellation), not simply "Mrs." and her spouses name; it has taken them a good while, I think.
Happy Christmas, Ogg, to you and yours.
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Hullo all
I have come in for an end-of-year blurt, as I would hate to drag all this over into a new year
Hopefully in the new year I can come back and post fun things about writing instead.
Ogg, your parcel was a wonderful box of treasures! The condom holder was the one thing I wasn't sure what it was, everything else was just what I wanted - and the condom holder would be if I had any opportunity to go out and use condoms. I will post some pictures when I am feeling better. Of the presents! not any exploits I might venture on needing condoms.
Mr B, if I wasn't full of vicious head-cold, I would feel just like Bilbo - thin and stretched. Instead my head is full of dribbling glue, and my throat hurts and my sinuses are on fire. I am reduced to saying "Thag you very buch" like Bilbo at the Lake People's feast.
JaF0, I am sorry you feel sad too
JackLuis - fancy living in the navel capital! no wonder you write such lovely sexy lady characters
curl, electricblue, HP, thank you for your good wishes. I am indeed 'Dr. Smith', and you may form an orderly line to show me your knees if you wish. (I will inspect them closely and murmur 'lovely, lovely' - my doctorate is in Sociology, I know nothing about medical matters however I know a nice leg when I see one
)
Piglet is off with the Fella, which is a good thing as I don't have to take care of her while struggling with this headcold. Although fingers crossed he takes proper care of her and doesn't allow her to exhaust herself. She is still pretty poorly and I'm wondering if she will make it back to school. If not, I will have to cut into my teaching contracts and maybe give one or two up - then I will have no income over the summer. I had just started to build something a little more like a career out of my teaching, so I will be v. grumpy about it if I have to give it all up (again) to take care of Piglet - but c'est la vie de la mere. I have done my best to put a good care package in place for her, and hopefully she can recover alright. Plus I have said that if she can't go to school, she must do home schooling with me - the kid blanched and said she would much rather be back at school
I did mean to go out for a drink if Piglet was at the Fella's for New Year's Eve but then I didn't feel much like it. Partly because I am unattractively chubby and flabby after spending two months at home with Piglet having to eat large nourishing meals I had to cook for her twice a day instead of keeping to a diet more appropriate for me, and not being able to go near the gym I belong to (wasted two month membership fee - but I will be back there to swim even if I split my retro swimming costume doing it).
So I thought I would go to see the Bolshoi Ballet Nutcracker performance at the cinema - like Ogg and his lucky wife do, then drive up the Valleys to see my friend who is very poorly and take her and her daughter some healthy food. But now I have this headcold and it is about as much as I can do to put together healthy food for myself so I am just lying here feeling cross.
At least I have managed to avoid seeing my useless new friend on the grounds that he needs to not catch my headcold while he is having his radiotherapy, so his gentle stream of un-entertaining complaints about his life are restricted to email. He gave me a bottle of Irish whiskey for Christmas. Hahaha. What a good joke.
I too have a bottle of Talisker on the go, Mr B! I also have here two miniatures of Penderyn, one of Balvenie, full bottles of Nikka, Old Pulteney, Lagavulin, and now this Connemara - I hardly ever get to drink any of them as I am stuck here most of the time taking care of a small child, so I am TBH a bit fed up of being given bottles of whisky as presents.
I excuse the Fella for giving me the Lagavulin (16 yo), as after all it's nice that he gives me anything at all. He wiped a tear from his eye with one of his two Christmas jumpers of perfect size, and said, "you are the only one who knows what I want for Christmas," clutching his box of chocolate cherries to his chest, and leaving me his old jumper to darn for him.
My holiday has been disrupted by two phone calls from different medical departments about my elderly neighbour who speaks very little English, and whose wife has gone into hospital for heart surgery. Purely because I found homes for the kittens they were unable to sort out themselves, and then took the cat to be spayed as I didn't want to be bothered with any more kittens, I have ended up being responsible for him in spite of my telling his GP he needs a social worker. He has given my number to all of the medical departments, of which there are many because he is impoverished working class and like a walking illustration of the Black Report, so they all call me to organise his transport to hospital and overnight care if he has to go for some procedure and fresh appointments when he misses some because the transport didn't come for him blahblahblah.
Today I hoped to spend a simple hour with Piglet watching Star Trek and sorting out her clothes for her to go to the Fella's. Instead I had to go onto my email and hurriedly sort out a fresh fiasco my Dad had instituted. My Dad is a horrid old fart who bankrupted himself twice, and whom I have twice saved from financial ruin only to go and plunge himself back into the red. He has wasted about a million pounds on large houses (while I had to fight to get council housing - living underneath a drug dealer at one point). Now he lives in a house owned by my brother ostensibly under the control of my sister and brother-in-law who live next door, on a debt repayment plan and supposed to be taking care of my mother.
As my mother has cracked her pelvis, and needs round the clock care, he decided to go to Manila for a conference - ie to pay out money he doesn't have to go and give a paper nobody wants to hear, about work he has done which is outdated and useless. On Christmas Day he emailed this paper to my brother's wife - from whom my brother is separating after an acrimonious twenty-year marriage in vicious divorce proceedings during which she is attempting to take my brother for every single penny they both earned (there are lots and lots of pennies, they are both very wealthy).
This morning, my dad emailed all my cousins, my aunt, myself and my brother - but not my sister or brother-in-law - to suggest we start up a trust fund in my other aunt's name (she passed away a couple of years ago), which would be for family members who wanted to take a little trip. He would be the first beneficiary of this fund, as he would use any money they contributed for his trip to Manila. My cousins were naturally rather surprised to get such a request in their deceased mother's name. As my Dad has sometimes had quite a lot of money before he threw it all away, I had to hurriedly compose an email to make clear that anyone who joined him in such a scheme could expect to lose everything they put into it. I am now too embarrassed to speak to any of my cousins or my aunt, although they are all related to him too so I think they know by now what a charlatan he is.
No no, seriously, I have not made any of this up! This is what Christmas has been for me. So I feel I am entitled to say a loud:
Bah! Humbug!!!
But because I am a MILF ... mum-type, I will end on a happier note. On Christmas Day, Piglet opened her presents from and she said with great satisfaction: "This is just who I am," as she organised a rather catholic (in a Buddhist sort of way) collection of gifts around herself: make-up set, Airfix Lamborghini kit, curvy Barbie (yes, even Barbie has become PC and to my great pride, Piglet particularly asked Santa for one of the new slightly-fat Barbies), cookery book by vocally unreserved and muscular woman tv chef (depicted on cover of book holding a couple of chef's knives in an assertive manner), possibly inappropriate anime novel, box set of Star Trek: Next Generation DVDs.
https://images.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fimages-na.ssl-images-amazon.com%2Fimages%2FI%2F51Ixl82SkzL.jpg&f=1
I have come in for an end-of-year blurt, as I would hate to drag all this over into a new year
Hopefully in the new year I can come back and post fun things about writing instead. Ogg, your parcel was a wonderful box of treasures! The condom holder was the one thing I wasn't sure what it was, everything else was just what I wanted - and the condom holder would be if I had any opportunity to go out and use condoms. I will post some pictures when I am feeling better. Of the presents! not any exploits I might venture on needing condoms.
Mr B, if I wasn't full of vicious head-cold, I would feel just like Bilbo - thin and stretched. Instead my head is full of dribbling glue, and my throat hurts and my sinuses are on fire. I am reduced to saying "Thag you very buch" like Bilbo at the Lake People's feast.
JaF0, I am sorry you feel sad too
JackLuis - fancy living in the navel capital! no wonder you write such lovely sexy lady characters
curl, electricblue, HP, thank you for your good wishes. I am indeed 'Dr. Smith', and you may form an orderly line to show me your knees if you wish. (I will inspect them closely and murmur 'lovely, lovely' - my doctorate is in Sociology, I know nothing about medical matters however I know a nice leg when I see one
) Piglet is off with the Fella, which is a good thing as I don't have to take care of her while struggling with this headcold. Although fingers crossed he takes proper care of her and doesn't allow her to exhaust herself. She is still pretty poorly and I'm wondering if she will make it back to school. If not, I will have to cut into my teaching contracts and maybe give one or two up - then I will have no income over the summer. I had just started to build something a little more like a career out of my teaching, so I will be v. grumpy about it if I have to give it all up (again) to take care of Piglet - but c'est la vie de la mere. I have done my best to put a good care package in place for her, and hopefully she can recover alright. Plus I have said that if she can't go to school, she must do home schooling with me - the kid blanched and said she would much rather be back at school
I did mean to go out for a drink if Piglet was at the Fella's for New Year's Eve but then I didn't feel much like it. Partly because I am unattractively chubby and flabby after spending two months at home with Piglet having to eat large nourishing meals I had to cook for her twice a day instead of keeping to a diet more appropriate for me, and not being able to go near the gym I belong to (wasted two month membership fee - but I will be back there to swim even if I split my retro swimming costume doing it).
So I thought I would go to see the Bolshoi Ballet Nutcracker performance at the cinema - like Ogg and his lucky wife do, then drive up the Valleys to see my friend who is very poorly and take her and her daughter some healthy food. But now I have this headcold and it is about as much as I can do to put together healthy food for myself so I am just lying here feeling cross.
At least I have managed to avoid seeing my useless new friend on the grounds that he needs to not catch my headcold while he is having his radiotherapy, so his gentle stream of un-entertaining complaints about his life are restricted to email. He gave me a bottle of Irish whiskey for Christmas. Hahaha. What a good joke.
I too have a bottle of Talisker on the go, Mr B! I also have here two miniatures of Penderyn, one of Balvenie, full bottles of Nikka, Old Pulteney, Lagavulin, and now this Connemara - I hardly ever get to drink any of them as I am stuck here most of the time taking care of a small child, so I am TBH a bit fed up of being given bottles of whisky as presents.
I excuse the Fella for giving me the Lagavulin (16 yo), as after all it's nice that he gives me anything at all. He wiped a tear from his eye with one of his two Christmas jumpers of perfect size, and said, "you are the only one who knows what I want for Christmas," clutching his box of chocolate cherries to his chest, and leaving me his old jumper to darn for him.
My holiday has been disrupted by two phone calls from different medical departments about my elderly neighbour who speaks very little English, and whose wife has gone into hospital for heart surgery. Purely because I found homes for the kittens they were unable to sort out themselves, and then took the cat to be spayed as I didn't want to be bothered with any more kittens, I have ended up being responsible for him in spite of my telling his GP he needs a social worker. He has given my number to all of the medical departments, of which there are many because he is impoverished working class and like a walking illustration of the Black Report, so they all call me to organise his transport to hospital and overnight care if he has to go for some procedure and fresh appointments when he misses some because the transport didn't come for him blahblahblah.
Today I hoped to spend a simple hour with Piglet watching Star Trek and sorting out her clothes for her to go to the Fella's. Instead I had to go onto my email and hurriedly sort out a fresh fiasco my Dad had instituted. My Dad is a horrid old fart who bankrupted himself twice, and whom I have twice saved from financial ruin only to go and plunge himself back into the red. He has wasted about a million pounds on large houses (while I had to fight to get council housing - living underneath a drug dealer at one point). Now he lives in a house owned by my brother ostensibly under the control of my sister and brother-in-law who live next door, on a debt repayment plan and supposed to be taking care of my mother.
As my mother has cracked her pelvis, and needs round the clock care, he decided to go to Manila for a conference - ie to pay out money he doesn't have to go and give a paper nobody wants to hear, about work he has done which is outdated and useless. On Christmas Day he emailed this paper to my brother's wife - from whom my brother is separating after an acrimonious twenty-year marriage in vicious divorce proceedings during which she is attempting to take my brother for every single penny they both earned (there are lots and lots of pennies, they are both very wealthy).
This morning, my dad emailed all my cousins, my aunt, myself and my brother - but not my sister or brother-in-law - to suggest we start up a trust fund in my other aunt's name (she passed away a couple of years ago), which would be for family members who wanted to take a little trip. He would be the first beneficiary of this fund, as he would use any money they contributed for his trip to Manila. My cousins were naturally rather surprised to get such a request in their deceased mother's name. As my Dad has sometimes had quite a lot of money before he threw it all away, I had to hurriedly compose an email to make clear that anyone who joined him in such a scheme could expect to lose everything they put into it. I am now too embarrassed to speak to any of my cousins or my aunt, although they are all related to him too so I think they know by now what a charlatan he is.
No no, seriously, I have not made any of this up! This is what Christmas has been for me. So I feel I am entitled to say a loud:
Bah! Humbug!!!
But because I am a MILF ... mum-type, I will end on a happier note. On Christmas Day, Piglet opened her presents from and she said with great satisfaction: "This is just who I am," as she organised a rather catholic (in a Buddhist sort of way
) collection of gifts around herself: make-up set, Airfix Lamborghini kit, curvy Barbie (yes, even Barbie has become PC and to my great pride, Piglet particularly asked Santa for one of the new slightly-fat Barbies), cookery book by vocally unreserved and muscular woman tv chef (depicted on cover of book holding a couple of chef's knives in an assertive manner), possibly inappropriate anime novel, box set of Star Trek: Next Generation DVDs. https://images.duckduckgo.com/iu/?u=https%3A%2F%2Fimages-na.ssl-images-amazon.com%2Fimages%2FI%2F51Ixl82SkzL.jpg&f=1
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Thank you for the words about the presents, Naoko. The condom holder? I didn't, and don't know, what it is but I thought you might find a use for it. Whatever it is, it is more artistic than the jardiniere. (That isn't difficult.)
Head cold? My wife and I have both been suffering with head colds like many locals. For some it is head cold and stomach upsets. We think we are recovering now but tomorrow is the family Christmas/New Year gathering. Although we'll enjoy it, we'll be glad when it is over and we can get back to our normal routine - head colds permitting.
Best wishes for a better New Year. Can a daughter disown her father? It sounds as if you ought to.
Head cold? My wife and I have both been suffering with head colds like many locals. For some it is head cold and stomach upsets. We think we are recovering now but tomorrow is the family Christmas/New Year gathering. Although we'll enjoy it, we'll be glad when it is over and we can get back to our normal routine - head colds permitting.
Best wishes for a better New Year. Can a daughter disown her father? It sounds as if you ought to.
Dear Dr Milf, other ladies, gents and all.
Naoko, if it is not stating the bleeding obvious, you have totally ‘lucked out’ this year and I am sure we all would wish you better fortunes in 2017. I never read much Dickens, as I was depressed enough during childhood to need further sobriety or rickets, but your tale-of-life is beginning to remind me of one of his tomes. Can I suggest you put in a transfer to Austen or Lawrence?
I will see in the NY with aching muscles, cracked hands and dust up my nose after five days of serious DIY at work. After 25 years, a refurbishment was long overdue, so walls have come down, benches constructed, floors painted: any of which I would relish in small quantities, but in the last month I have felt more carpenter than anything - and not a very good carpenter at that. Nevertheless, having almost run out of jobs today, it occurred to me that I have managed to make the changes in 2016 and only four months since my bus. partner retired, so I do have a sense of achievement and my bottle of Laphroaig Select may be opened a little later.
I had no idea Barbie options came in “normal” shape and I applaud that sentiment. A friend of mine works in a retail and told me that board games were selling like hot cakes this season. I gather too, that Monopoly had set up a Christmas hotline to help settle any family disputes on the day. However naff most games are, surely that is the point? I played naff games with my bros family on the 25th and at least it does promote some interaction that otherwise are quashed by the dreaded box. I drove down to the Mumbles on Boxing Day ( 26th ) with a couple of friends, as none of us had seen the sea for some months and none of us could be bothered to do any cooking. Bracing and sunny!
Farewell 2016 - you were a bag of shite. I hope we all have better luck in 2017, but it’s a prime number and I’m suspicious of those.
PS
Can we have a photo of the condom holder? Just when I thought life was complete... sheesh!
Naoko, if it is not stating the bleeding obvious, you have totally ‘lucked out’ this year and I am sure we all would wish you better fortunes in 2017. I never read much Dickens, as I was depressed enough during childhood to need further sobriety or rickets, but your tale-of-life is beginning to remind me of one of his tomes. Can I suggest you put in a transfer to Austen or Lawrence?
I will see in the NY with aching muscles, cracked hands and dust up my nose after five days of serious DIY at work. After 25 years, a refurbishment was long overdue, so walls have come down, benches constructed, floors painted: any of which I would relish in small quantities, but in the last month I have felt more carpenter than anything - and not a very good carpenter at that. Nevertheless, having almost run out of jobs today, it occurred to me that I have managed to make the changes in 2016 and only four months since my bus. partner retired, so I do have a sense of achievement and my bottle of Laphroaig Select may be opened a little later.
I had no idea Barbie options came in “normal” shape and I applaud that sentiment. A friend of mine works in a retail and told me that board games were selling like hot cakes this season. I gather too, that Monopoly had set up a Christmas hotline to help settle any family disputes on the day. However naff most games are, surely that is the point? I played naff games with my bros family on the 25th and at least it does promote some interaction that otherwise are quashed by the dreaded box. I drove down to the Mumbles on Boxing Day ( 26th ) with a couple of friends, as none of us had seen the sea for some months and none of us could be bothered to do any cooking. Bracing and sunny!
Farewell 2016 - you were a bag of shite. I hope we all have better luck in 2017, but it’s a prime number and I’m suspicious of those.
PS
Can we have a photo of the condom holder? Just when I thought life was complete... sheesh!
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I bring news of Dr Miss.
She's up to her elbows in work, she's mislaid her glasses so cannot clearly see the screen of her laptop, but says that as soon as she is able, she will join in the merry chaos that it the AH.
Her problems "wiv da manijment" continue to grow, so we can look forward sometime to a hysterical tale of How Not To Do It". Once again it seems things are being arranged for an Event on the same day as Wales are at home playing in the 6-nations rugby tournament.
She's up to her elbows in work, she's mislaid her glasses so cannot clearly see the screen of her laptop, but says that as soon as she is able, she will join in the merry chaos that it the AH.
Her problems "wiv da manijment" continue to grow, so we can look forward sometime to a hysterical tale of How Not To Do It". Once again it seems things are being arranged for an Event on the same day as Wales are at home playing in the 6-nations rugby tournament.
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I thought that Wales home games were automatic public/bank holidays - as is the following day if they win.
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I thought that Wales home games were automatic public/bank holidays - as is the following day if they win.
I think this particular cockup was organised by some non-Rugby type in England.
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Hullo dahlinks!
I have brought you all along to my favourite bar
I was unable to repress a little *sniffle* as I read your sympathetic posts. I have been really through it - and I haven't even gone into the worst of it here. It actually does make me feel lots better that other people think so too: this year has been poo.
Still, the Six Nations will soon start up again! along with hilarious management cock-ups to entertain you
.
It has been very torrid (not the management - more important things have gone wrong; I'm putting them right as best I can). I am very sorry to have been away, I have missed cLit … Literotica. Now it’s the busiest teaching time of the whole year! I’m teaching four groups of students on three modules (one postgraduate), and I do have to stay on top of … my marking , so don’t be surprised if I am a bit on and off, now and then.
Anyway! at least during this time I have carried on patiently editing my set of fantasy novels and novellas. I really regret not doing as Ogg once suggested is the best way with stories of this kind – accidentally deleting them all and re-writing them from scratch. The whole process has felt like the edit of a thousand cuts! and now there are patches of writing which are in quite different styles, as they were written decades apart. But it is nearly done now. That will have to suffice.
I say to my students, that the writing process is like this:
Stage 1 – “It’s brilliant! I’m going to make a fortune with this.”
Stage 2 – “It’s awful! I hate everyone.”
Stage 3 – computer blows up and you lose everything (unfortunately this didn’t happen to me).
Stage 4 – “That’ll do."
I have brought you all along to my favourite bar
I was unable to repress a little *sniffle* as I read your sympathetic posts. I have been really through it - and I haven't even gone into the worst of it here. It actually does make me feel lots better that other people think so too: this year has been poo
. Still, the Six Nations will soon start up again! along with hilarious management cock-ups to entertain you
. It has been very torrid (not the management - more important things have gone wrong; I'm putting them right as best I can). I am very sorry to have been away, I have missed cLit … Literotica
. Now it’s the busiest teaching time of the whole year! I’m teaching four groups of students on three modules (one postgraduate), and I do have to stay on top of … my marking , so don’t be surprised if I am a bit on and off, now and then. Anyway! at least during this time I have carried on patiently editing my set of fantasy novels and novellas. I really regret not doing as Ogg once suggested is the best way with stories of this kind – accidentally deleting them all and re-writing them from scratch. The whole process has felt like the edit of a thousand cuts! and now there are patches of writing which are in quite different styles, as they were written decades apart. But it is nearly done now. That will have to suffice.
I say to my students, that the writing process is like this:
Stage 1 – “It’s brilliant! I’m going to make a fortune with this.”
Stage 2 – “It’s awful! I hate everyone.”
Stage 3 – computer blows up and you lose everything (unfortunately this didn’t happen to me).
Stage 4 – “That’ll do."
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I was trying to raise the ransom but there are so many cheapskates around here. I think there is three dollars and forty five cents in the jar at present.
You've been missed.
I have a few Euros lying around with the Confederate dollars and the German inflationary Marks - a couple of billion of the latter.
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Alright, we're up to around 7 dollars now.
I think I have a couple old Dmarks from the 1960s if they'll be any damned good.
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I've found a few thousand Italian Lira. They might be worth another US dollar.
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Anyone got a few surplus Drachma or Pesos ?
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Migosh! Seven dollars!!! I'm just thinking up what I might be able to do for that, boys.
Eight?!! Now we're talking ...
Eight?!! Now we're talking ...
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Migosh! Seven dollars!!! I'm just thinking up what I might be able to do for that, boys.
Eight?!! Now we're talking ...
We'll figure something out.
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Wouldn't it cost more to print them new than to get them on the exchange rate? Not to mention shipping and handling.
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Hah. Just try obtaining lempiras anywhere but from the free-lance exchange guys lurking around border crossings. And make sure you get rid of your excess before leaving Honduras because nobody nor bank in Nicaragua, Guatemala, Belize, or Mexico wants them. I had to swap mine at a Thomas Cook office in Sacramento at a 12% loss. That was after I ran them through the laundry for decontamination. Whoever coined "filthy lucre" was referring to lempiras.
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