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    I drink too much Diet Coke. It’s become kind of a running joke at the house; my kid calls it “Mommy Juice,” which is probably better than the whole Mommy Juice Is Wine thing going around. It’s only cute the first couple times. At some point, you just need to call yourself an alcoholic. Anyway, Diet Coke is my vice. And I know, I know, that much caffeine isn’t good for my heart or my kidneys or my waistline, but it helps me get through the day. It's probably a not a good sign that I reach for a can when I get stressed or tired or bored, though.      Anyway, this is to establish that it’s not unusual for Diet Coke cans to be rattling around near me and that I didn’t think a thing about it when there was a can on my desk at work. I just tossed it in the recycling and moved on with my day. I noticed it on the floor when I was heading out, so I tossed it in the recycling again. I’d probably just missed and then, like, missed that I missed, you know? I rememb...

  www.jeanines-haunted-dakotas.geocities.com /archives/cryptids/wombleflomp JEANINE’S HAUNTED DAKOTAS A Compendium of Paranormal Phenomena in the Upper Plains The Wombleflomp Posted by QueenieJeanie1964 on 03/04/2001 I first heard about this one from my great-uncle Ralph a couple years before we lost him to pancreatic cancer.  Uncle Ralph was a long-haul trucker for forty years, so he had all sorts of crazy stories from all over America, Canada, and Mexico.  But the last few years before he retired, he mostly only did short-haul trips.     So one day in the late 80’s, he was taking some farm equipment from Sioux Falls to Rapid City, an easy day trip on the interstate.  He picked up the equipment and was on the road before dawn.  Knowing Uncle Ralph, he was probably listening to a Patsy Cline cassette.  Or some George Carlin standup.  He loved Carlin.   Now, if you’ve spent any time up here, you know how we have completely ...