I had another bad dream last night but true to my word I won’t recount it. Let’s just say that sluthead was french in it and we were all on the boat.
Now that I’m an object of pity and I have a guest room so many people in my family are coming to visit that I bought more sheets yesterday.
I actually used my pathetic situation in Bloomingdales and the salesman gave me yesterday’s sale price for the sheets. Maybe I should invest in some pride rather than linens. Nah.
Miss Julie’s back from her book tour. She said thank you for playing with her family while she was gone. Although there isn’t enough gratitude in the world to pay me back for the 3 1/2 hours I spent at Crapfest (Violet kept stubbornly correcting me and calling it Harvestfest).
Spending so much time with my family especially the little kids has given me one of my epiphanies. No matter how you try they do what they want. You can plan and plan and they just slap you in the face which is why I am glad I have dogs.