DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID |
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Except for the short panic attack I had over my finances (just gonna do the best I can, and let the future take care of itself...) I had a grand day yesterday! Slept in. Walked the doggie. Lovely weather. Took the kidlet shopping for back-to-school/Maine visit clothing. We rocked! She looks fabulous! Got her some luggage ('cause we never go anywhere - why do we need luggage?). Afterwards, she went to a party. A PARTY! My kidlet! (Every time she goes to a social event, it seems like a minor-miracle to me). She thought she'd just stay for a couple of minutes, because she was afraid of interacting with the other girls, so I hung around the shopping center that was close to the party and waited for the cell to ring. No ring! My feet began to hurt, so I hit Starb*cks for a Mocha Valencia, and read the NY Times... No ring!! I went home, and walked Reggie. It was a beautiful walk. Me and the doggie in our lovely neighborhood. The dark, the park. No crazy ex-fuckheads lurking in my subconscious. My kidlet having a good time at a party across town... I couldn't think of a more perfect evening. She finally called about 9:30 and said she wanted to come home. She'd had a great time. As I drove up to the party house, I saw about 10 girls running and throwing a football (in the dark) - there was one of those outside fireplace thingy's. Everyone was giggling and hopping about. Such a different scene than some of the parties I attended at kidlet's age. Nobody was smoking dope. No booze. No boys. Just a whole bunch of goofy girls, having a good time on a Saturday night. Today is a whole different story. I must clean this filthy pig stye. I must do laundry (which could prove to be a challenge, since the sewer line popped open, and there's raw crap flowing onto the driveway below... Ewwwww!) and I must go cut my mother's toenails. I suppose my weekend is an excellent illustration of the Yin and Yang in the universe, huh? |
Buh Bye! October 05, 2008 Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid One Last Bitchfest for the Road Get the Popcorn Ready I'm a Rich Ho-Bag |
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