Sad to say, that's who's out there anymore. That, or that it only takes one of these poster boys for condom use to ruin your whole outing. At least you have the satisfaction of knowing that his expression of disapproval probably cost him about $12.00 (super-size drink). Oh, that, and knowing that his ultimate punishment is that he has to be him ...
That reminds me. I need to work on a column of suggestions for commenting with intention. Since my journal/blog work morphs into essays, comments are easier on my schedule.
Tomorrow is the wife's birthday. It's just going to be the two of us. We already had two parties. With different sections of the family. I am going to get her Culver's for dinner. Got her a stuffed highland cow.
Yesterday I ran out of spoons by 11. I had a meltdown by 11:30. And was speaking in single word sentences until I droused around dinner time. Then I was up to three word sentences.
I don't know for sure what broke me but I just couldn't. I tried to do WdC but... I just couldn't even do that.
Running low on spoons today. Very close to tears.
It didn't help that I forgot my morning pills until dinner time. I have a colonoscopy on the 7th and will be without my pills for 36 hours. Not looking forward to it.
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