Saturday afternoon (on Pluto), won't you try (U-boat)?
A day like many other days: coffee with Bumble Bee Girl in the morning; Plutonian nights in the middle of the day, nights where TC live.
Yet it was unusual Saturday, in that Trish had to be at work at noon, rather than 11:00. Breakfast of pancakes; Lunchables for lunch, as Trish had bought them. A Scooby snack, an apple, to take with my pain pills, then... typewriter torment! Caught it the first time I turned into one: Smith-Corona. Portable. Grey.
Trish wanted to go to Confession, blood of the lamb, &c, so she headed out around 4:30, came back with some low-fat Albertson's-brand margarine.
She did some housecleaning last night, plans to do laundry today, an ucky, muggy, rainy day.
Went to bed at 10:30, after some stupid Stephen King-thing on Skiffy. Slept until after 7:00, so I think there's no real problem with the Lunesta. Other than that it sometimes turns me into Cranky Bear. Which is what you can't do with Trish. She "is a handful," as her mom put it.
So today, we're hoping to have a nice, quiet day at home; no Kimothy, hopefully the rain will scare her away. I mentioned her in bed to Trish the other night, like a hurricane with no eye: moodswing.
I love my Bumble Bee Girl. She's so darling. An interloper is not needed at this point. I've kicked Kim out in the past, will do so again.
& so it goes.
Yet it was unusual Saturday, in that Trish had to be at work at noon, rather than 11:00. Breakfast of pancakes; Lunchables for lunch, as Trish had bought them. A Scooby snack, an apple, to take with my pain pills, then... typewriter torment! Caught it the first time I turned into one: Smith-Corona. Portable. Grey.
Trish wanted to go to Confession, blood of the lamb, &c, so she headed out around 4:30, came back with some low-fat Albertson's-brand margarine.
She did some housecleaning last night, plans to do laundry today, an ucky, muggy, rainy day.
Went to bed at 10:30, after some stupid Stephen King-thing on Skiffy. Slept until after 7:00, so I think there's no real problem with the Lunesta. Other than that it sometimes turns me into Cranky Bear. Which is what you can't do with Trish. She "is a handful," as her mom put it.
So today, we're hoping to have a nice, quiet day at home; no Kimothy, hopefully the rain will scare her away. I mentioned her in bed to Trish the other night, like a hurricane with no eye: moodswing.
I love my Bumble Bee Girl. She's so darling. An interloper is not needed at this point. I've kicked Kim out in the past, will do so again.
& so it goes.
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