(A funny aside: Dad told me last night to turn all my den lights off so we could see what my neighbor was doing on his carport. He was taking a piss off his porch. “Man’s prerogative,” my father said. “But he is batshit crazy.” I said to myself as dad used batshit crazy that he is definitely making the rounds on the internet to use that word.)
I just made a mad dash to the Piggly Wiggly “down the street” to get some unfrosted strawberry Pop-Tarts and a gallon of milk. Yes, I will get chastised for this purchase by tomorrow sometime when my father gets around to checking my accounts. Life’s a bitch sometimes I guess. I’ll gladly take the ribbing and bitching to get my two large boxes of strawberry Pop-tarts. Dad will have forgotten about it by next week I assure you. He better just be glad I am buying something as innocuous as Pop-tarts and not 12 packs of beer.
“There was an extra charge on your disability account last night. This means you spent $90 in groceries this week,” I can hear him say tomorrow night with a consternated frown.
I just have woken up last hour if you can believe it. After I wrote my last post last night around 3am, I got in the bed with Maggie and went fast and sound asleep. I am just getting up last hour after sleeping that long. It feels weird going to bed when it is dark and waking up to the dark as well. Disorientating.
Photo Credit: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Piggly_Wiggly
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