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I can't get to my reading.
It's such a borked up day.
Grocery day.
"And a wank?"
And a wank. Yeah, I have to live.
Then a shower. Then I had to set up my burger patties. And now I have to wash dishes.
Hopefully, I'll get it done before Pop & Kay make it back.
He teased me yesterday with the idea that he would stay over there tonight, but they changed their minds. He's getting her groceries, but he'd rather then come back here rather than stay there.
I guess she wants to hit his refrigerator harder. She seems more demanding now about helping herself to his resources, grabbing what she can. I heard him complain when she got some of his stamps this morning. He yelped, "You've been getting my stamps for two weeks now." She defiantly asserted, "I haven't got mine yet." Right.
But it's probably still a good deal. I think she still likes him, and I understand now that he really needs that affection, that affirmation of his manhood.
And she is a real help in guarding the house when we get our groceries
There was a time when Pop and I would leave the house alone. I wish I could remember how long that was. At least months. Was it years? In any case, neither of us cares to take that kind of chance today.
Like I said, the world seems to be getting meaner. All the way around.
It's such a borked up day.
Grocery day.
"And a wank?"
And a wank. Yeah, I have to live.
Then a shower. Then I had to set up my burger patties. And now I have to wash dishes.
Hopefully, I'll get it done before Pop & Kay make it back.
He teased me yesterday with the idea that he would stay over there tonight, but they changed their minds. He's getting her groceries, but he'd rather then come back here rather than stay there.
I guess she wants to hit his refrigerator harder. She seems more demanding now about helping herself to his resources, grabbing what she can. I heard him complain when she got some of his stamps this morning. He yelped, "You've been getting my stamps for two weeks now." She defiantly asserted, "I haven't got mine yet." Right.
But it's probably still a good deal. I think she still likes him, and I understand now that he really needs that affection, that affirmation of his manhood.
And she is a real help in guarding the house when we get our groceries
There was a time when Pop and I would leave the house alone. I wish I could remember how long that was. At least months. Was it years? In any case, neither of us cares to take that kind of chance today.
Like I said, the world seems to be getting meaner. All the way around.