Drawing a Blank
February 24, 2009
Car keys… Where are those stupid things?
I fling my purse over my shoulder and begin to hunt.
Jacket pockets? Nope.
Think damn it; you’re going to be late.
Bedroom, on the dresser?
Crap, not there either.
Where the hell did I put them?
I went to the post office, maybe in the kitchen?
Shit, shit, shit… I’m going to be so late.
“Honey, what are you looking for?”
“My keys.”
“You mean the ones attached to the strap of your purse?”
I grab the missing keys.
Crap, I’m going to be so freakin’ late.
Not What I Asked For
February 24, 2009
This isn’t what I asked for.
Never in my wildest dreams would I ask to be up to my ass in ticks and kids. I came from a good family, was going to college; I had big plans for myself. Then along comes this schmuck and what do I do? I fall in love with the schmuck, believe his lies and vow to follow him anywhere. Next thing I know I’m barefoot, pregnant again and living in a trailer park.
Nope this is definitely not what I asked for.
