Good morning. After various disasters involving shoes covered with red mud in the house, the trip to Boy Scout camp is leaving.
“Why is she in such a bad mood?” asked a certain teenaged girl who is fortunate she still has all her limbs. Because it’s the same freeping blanketty blank blank, all day every day, that’s why.
I’ll use a little of my spare time today to rummage her room some more, I think, just out of casual animosity.
Ohdear. I just had a flashback to when Lablady was growing up. The teen years were torture. For both of us. I finally had a breakdown, and she went buh-bye. And you have my deepest sympathy.
(I recall MANY days [they actually seemed to run into each other, in their stark similarity,] that I felt an almost obscene desire to put the nearest hand-sized object into her foul mouth.)
She doesn’t come around much these days, but when she does, she comments on certain things, perhaps hinting that she should be the one to get that/those when I die. Not gonna happen.
Just had a shower, and I’m not sure it has improved how I feel, except perhaps to make me wonder if I should attempt to go to church or not. I will decide that during the next 90 minutes. After that, it will be too late to get ready and get there on time.