It’s been a busy, fruitful week, today being my Wednesday.
Knee injected, again, check. (I told the person who did the injecting if he hurt me, I would write a bad a story about him...the story will be forthcoming.)
Lots of fabulous jewels. Lots.
Them: would you like to wear some jewelry?
Me: pshttt, yeah
Them: what would you like to wear?
Me: again, pshttt, the biggest earrings you have
As a result, I’ve worn some of the most beautiful jewels in the world. I feel all fancy some days.
I’m going to look for a cruiser, pink, with a basket for Maggie Rose. Didn’t even know this was a real thing. More on cruisers when I’m not exhausted.
I was neck and neck with an Aston Martin yesterday. Someone has a rich heritage and it’s not me. Which reminds me, I don’t believe I’ve told you about a date back whenever, wherever, somewhere in these United States. He sold the Lamborghini. I’ll tell that story too. Sometime.
Crazy life.
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