with 8 hours a day of counseling 7 year old
boys being my main interaction with humans i feel i still have a wisp
of sanity. i forgot how to write though. and i have no barometer for
saneness. the mome raths outgrabe


mom had to leave the front door open. i had to have come out of the
shower and be in crappy underwear. (for some reason the crappy part
makes a difference) the cellphone in the living room had to ring. the
20-something male jehovah’s witnesses (?) who my mom has no reason to
be buddies with, yet, yippee she is, had to be loitering on our
doorstep. let’s hope that scared them away forever.


4 thoughts on “

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s