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I believe I ought to introduce myself.. Xander Volkmann, and I’ve just joined Hunter’s Ridge’s police force. If you see me up and around, which you will, I certainly hope you’ll come introduce yourself. I know I don’t always have the friendliest resting face, but I assure you, it’s perfectly fine to approach me.
I look forward to helping protect you all.
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thirsty thursday. ♥
Who’s partying with me tonight, lovies? I’m behind the bar at #SnowBunnies, 7:00 ‘til close!
Asking if rather have girlfriend or cat? No bad answer, just poll!
Working from home this morning.
Coffee? Check.
Mounds of paperwork that I’m never going to get finished? Check.
List of phone calls that I need to return? Check.
Screaming three year old who’s mad because Daddy made him eat all of his oatmeal before letting him play? Dear god, is that ever a check.
Anyone want a kid? I’ll let you borrow him for a few hours. I am gonna need him back though. When he’s not busting my eardrums, I’m fond of him.
I thought today was going to be a normal day and then someone brought a cow into my facility. I didn’t have a room that was big enough even.
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Shout-Out
Thank you to whoever dropped my journal off to the front desk of The Pines this morning; I didn’t even realize I’d left it anywhere until the receptionist let me know. I’m sure the distinct lack of anything salacious was disappointing - assuming you could get through the handwriting - so I appreciate you not tossing it out of spite. Who knew those little “This Journal Belongs To ...” squares on the inside cover were actually effective?
Friendly PSA:
If anyone has any questions, comments, and/or concerns about my brother, your options are to bring them up to me for what I’m sure will be an entirely civil discussion including zero veiled threats, or to keep them to yourself.
Thanks, and please enjoy the rest of this lovely Ridge afternoon.
Today in “What the Fuck”: Charlie just ran through the living room in his Underoos holding the orange juice jug in one hand and a glass of water in the other. When I asked what he was doing, he said was “inna weeds, Daddy, makin dinks!”
My kid’s idea of playing pretend is being an overly busy, half dressed bartender...I think my work here is done.
