Rough night last night. I was awakened at 2140 by a niece (I have so darn many of them!) who wanted me to help her find her biological dad. She then divulged some info about her mother that I hadn’t known, but it explained a lot that I had wondered about over the years.
In exchange, I told her about the drama with Busdaddy and my own truck, which, with luck, will be legal this time tomorrow morning, it being payday and all.
We commiserated for nearly an hour before I finally hung up, but it was very difficult for me to get back to sleep. I just kept thinking about my truck and wishing I could go to Walmart to get a prescription for my neck. After Monday’s close call with Henderson’s Finest, I’m not eager to leave the property until I’ve paid for the registration.
And then Sparkle decided that since I was awake and restless in the dark, it was time for her to play for a bit, using the bed (and me) for a springboard. *sigh*
would it be too much to ask for the shredding of the last seven years?
Yeah, he looks like he got some blades on his paws