Ahhhh, Spring Time . . .

Submitted by wc_thalia on Sat, 05/16/2020 - 01:08

My brother had just fed me.  And I can't help it, I feel obliged to at least clean up.  It seems only fair.  So, I'm standing at the sink in Bruce's kitchen on a rather gloomy, rainy Mother's Day.  Dusk had come early for it had kind of been dark all day long.  Bruce was behind me, staring out his sliding glass door.  At what, I had no idea for his are the only outside lights down the little walkway that skirts his house, and he didn't have them on.  He seemed rather intent for he didn't notice my occasional pauses from scrubbing, looking the question at him.  (Even Bruce whom I would t

AH-lee-gay-tor...

Submitted by wc_thalia on Sat, 05/16/2020 - 00:33

Bruce decided to take me out to eat for July 4th.  That was nice.  Great in fact.  I got to spew forth about 10 different subjects before we were even accosted by our waiter.  I suffer forever from a type of repletion, full of strange thoughts that need to be aired.  I used to be able to put a lid on the activity.  Keep it on the inside so to er, not speak.  There used to be a switch I had in my brain, but I don't think it works anymore.  Kinda like suddenly getting Tourette's only I don't spew obscenities (except when I'm driving).  I normally hand

Balls . . .

Submitted by wc_thalia on Fri, 05/15/2020 - 21:02

I finally, FINALLY got to do my laundry.  Been working too damn much to manage it for like... forever.  It got to the point that I went out and bought new underwear, two new pairs of jeans, and two shirts, and I'm set for the next ten years for socks.  All done just to reach this day, a Saturday during which I'm not going to toddle into work.  So... I'm having another laundry moment.