Early this morning before school, I made the trip to the recycling center. I love to smash the bottles in the bin. It's a great stress buster. I have alot of stress and lots of empty wine bottles at the end of the month too.
Kramer, my 14 pound terrier is riding shotgun. He jumps out of the car and visits his junkyard dog girlfriend while I do my thing.
Afterwards on the way to school, I start to worry about my brain tumor again. The overwhelming scent of poo, I think, is coming from the earth as it thaws in the morning Spring sun.
"Hey Kramer, did you roll in something stinky again?"
"No Momma, he said, this time it was you"
Agghhh!!!!! poo all over my shoes And my new pants!
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- Alijah Fitt
- Boothbay Harbor Maine, US, Bangladesh
- Current student of Saint Mary of the Woods College, Master of Art Therapy program,Hypnotherapist,Hair Stylist, Mother. . . author of;You Knew Everything, the Day You Were Born (available on Amazon). Sometimes I try to write other times I do, it's hit or miss really.
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- Eye of the Needle Art
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- Street Monsters
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7 comments:
Your brain tumor? Please tell me you're kidding.
Yes Jerri, totally kidding, I think.
it's just that sometimetimes I am so hypersensitive to smells that I tease myself that there is something morbidly wrong with me. Sorry to worry you. I'm a bit of a hypochondriac, as all Jewish cancerians are.Kidding!
Thank goodness.
Now I can tell you this is very funny. In that oh-ick-I've-been-there-too kind of way.
I wish I had a talking dog.
Haven't we all Jerri? especially on that dreary school day when you overslept and didn't have time to brush your teeth!
Winter, your dog doesn't talk? Weird!
Does Tate know about your blogging, the Tate I knew would think you were very very STANGE!!
But then again with all the weird shit that you are into maybe he isn't the same person I once knew. Jewish really explains a lot.
A; I read my blog to him daily.
and "my brain tumor shit" doesn't make any sense.
I have the power to ruin your life?! I am absolutely OMNIPOTENT!
Antisemitism is ugly and mighty darned Christian of you.
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