Don't poo-poo shopping. My mother likes a bit of retail therapy too, but in a different way. Mom loves to go shopping, then returns some things a few days later. We never know why, but talking about it would give us those headaches that require Heavy Medicine from a specialist.
I keep watching her with the bags and while no one's looking, I can see the shoebox, unless they changed color. Like last year. None of the really cool stores are open, because Idiot Governor waved his magic stick and POOF - the store was closed. In what universe are shoes not essential? I type with my love reading over my shoulder because sharing her burdens and acknowledge their issues. She says this sort of brings out my female side.
I have no female side. I am not gay. I have no alters. If I were to have a female side, one or more of us would be dead. Poor Mrs lefty: having to live with me, tolerate me well, and all that mind-boggling boom-boom... It's only a problem 4 times a year.
So we're as close to normal as a ouija board. We were as close to the Normies as possible. The only way to track her down would be heading to all of the local malls and parking. It's like a little slice of heaven. But they're closed. It's like a little slice of hell.
- Today I identify as an Arbys
It was interesting weather, with sun all day; just now it's either partially sunny or partly cloudy. I slept through meteorology course, so I'm of little help. Either that or I slept through it. It seems that the people with degrees. the Snots, are not getting what they feel they're owed. The non-Snots, with half a diploma each, are calling from their work phone and giving them the NYAH NYAH SALUTE. The Stoners want to know what is this graduation thing, and they get a few tokes in early? The jocks are busy calling some kid a faggot and beating him up. So all is normal.
- ignore this
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