Panic is revving up.
I am leaving spouse and kids for three weeks to go see my ornery and not yet dead, could hold on another year, sickly father.![]()
I hate travel.... I hate new things... I hate lots of people... The house will probably be exploded, and all livestock dead before I get back home.
At least spouse cooks well... So spouse and kids should be alive when I return.
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I have to wash my clothes... I have to find my clothes... I have to find clean warm weather clothes that fit me AND do not have stains OR tears![]()
Dont wanna.
Maybe I won't, maybe I will just get one set of travel clothes, and be done with it. At least that way, being old and stinky and crumpled, I am less likely to get robbed.![]()
There is no coffee at my parents house ...except for 12 year old folgers crystals...
I HATE spending money... But they also have no coffee maker, AND there are no proper small mom and pop coffee shops down there, just Starbuckswhere they use all sorts of wierdo words and then hand me something that doesn't taste right..... Or McDonald's coffee...they have that too![]()
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And my mom and baby sis have been loosing their minds over my dad, he is being SUPER difficult... I am supposed to show up and somehow help.
At least I know where a pair of summer/city shoes are... I wont have to show up in the big city with my clunky all year/winter boots.
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'Al' -
