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Today I went and turned my passport papers in and stuff (WOO) and sent got my mole taken off (somewhat less woo).

Also on the mole front, we have a mole in the yard. My mother is determined to, I quote, "kill the little fucker." She bought repellent and these little sulfur bomb things at the gardening store that she goes to, and I'm floored. I feel like I'm stuck in a weird version of Caddyshack. Hence the subject line.

Sigh. Shiny Firefly, looking for a few good men...