Being the queen of change and taking chances and following your heart and dreams and all I want to make certain all you fine people know I am just letting off steam when I complain about being temporarily homeless, the disfuguring and then loss of my stolen car, how much I miss the kids….well….all the stuff I have been complaining about.
It’s just life…ya know?
You are all sweet and kind and caring. The last time I REALLY wanted to throw mysef off a bridge is when I ran out of beer and WINE. Can you imagine such a horrid thing?
Besides if I stayed home with clean sheets, a frig filled with real food, my little do-dads like rocks and books and the rest of my office-all that safeness – what in the hell would I have to write about on the blog and in my novels?
So here I a in a very hilarious 1940ish old Florida hotel where the sink is green and the make believe kitchen stinks and the towels are so thin they look more like used tissues. This is great stuff-if we live through the next few nights.
So hang on…I will keep you posted. Today we looked at seven houses. We liked one. I think one of those unliked houses housed cats from twelve surrounding states. I swear a donkey was living in another.
The search continues.