The day is winding down. Maggie is preening on the couch. Rosa and I have had our last phone call for the day. "I'm staying home again," she told me. "I will miss you," I replied. "Miss you, too!" she said and hung up. It didn't rattle my cage, much, though.
I am eagerly awaiting some blogs to update before retiring. Dad will be here soon. I will get six Benadryl and my medications. Ask him for money, I just told myself out loud as I was writing this. I've gotten in a habit of just conforming to a non-monetary status. It has been so long that I can't remember the last time I got my usual $85 dollars a week. There's a hell's chance of me getting any even though my mother swears he said he is going to start giving it to me again.
Right. I am off to curl up on the couch with a Model Railroader and a glass of water. I've got to get my game face on. Can I have one dolla, please? LOL
3 comments:
How did it go? Did you ask?
i am also curious how did it go?
You have not because you ask not. Ask and you shall receive. All he can say is no. They you ask, "why not."
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