LAST NIGHT WAS the first night of my new life–pretty damn scary. I’m broke, not sure what I’m gonna do, but I’m writing again, I can breathe for the first time in a
Naked at Wal-Mart. You can’t make this shit up.
Well, mostly okay.
Bodhi the Wonderdog was freaked out and worried because I was crying and he started sucking the motel blankets in between kissing my tears away, and Marlowe the Adopt-o-Kitty kept skulking around the room in between making biscuits on me and fighting with Bodhi over boob-space, and knocking random things off the shelves, and then deliberately hooked the rim of a big glass of water over soaking the only set of clothes I have with me and soaked EVERYTHING (bra, panties,etc)–he’s talented that way though I try not to encourage him, and it was 28-degrees and I could not bring myself to put wet clothes and leave the motel soaking wet, so I did the only thing I could do.
Put on my coat and went to Wal-Mart. Naked.
My Mother would be so proud.
So how’s Christmas in your neck of the woods?
Not as indomitable a spirit as you, friend. I dream of going naked to work (by accident, not on purpose) but haven’t yet had to. Praying that you’ll have warmer, dryer days ahead, both emotionally and physically. Take care.
Well it was a good time to get some new panties–and not the Big Girl kind–I went for the Bad Girl kind
Thank you for the warm wishes my friend. And hoping for kinder, safer days for you and your sister. Prayers your way!
I love that you could do what you needed to do–in spite of everything. Good for you! May you soon find yourself surrounded by love, filled with happiness and more successful and prosperous than you have ever been before!
Thank you my friend. Expect Cauley to have a similar incident soon
What’s tragedy if it can’t wind up in a book?