Hey there - so we've been away from home, getting my heart checked. I had an emergency the other night and it demanded doctor follow up, so we are away from home and close to HX, staying safe jic.
The kids are here too, and since Umbrella Girl, she's 9, has been so good, I told her we'd go to the mall and do whatever.
Whatever to her meant "fish cleaning your feet" lol. She's the boss - but this kinda stuff isn't something I've EVER done
Robbie goes on an expletive filled attack on the former mod Kimmy complete with threats.
(Now With Extra Arsenic)
The lone flea admits she had a “really good day”; her mood is up, and she doesn’t seem to miss the Goob as much as you would think.
Well, that’s what I’m gathering since there are no tears tonight. She reports he is “Al-ight” and is hanging in there.
(How touching. Somewhere a support group for abandoned emotional-support fleas just felt a cold draft.)
She drops the news that “they had a change in the hearing, so pushed it off a little bit, which is fine. Didn’t feel like going over there anyway.”
(Remember how the old flea bag wanted it to move secretly so there weren’t so many looky-loos like last time? Did she succeed, or is she just yanking our chain like a sadistic puppeteer with a nicotine habit?)
clinker news
She flicks her new trusty lighter, an off-brand in a shade of purple she recently acquired at the local convenience store, and lets everyone know that she had a busy, busy day. “Not really, Gabe, just me,” she says, pulling the attention back to herself with the subtlety of a wrecking ball.
She gurgles out a few tidbits of information that “Someone keeps contacting me that shouldn’t be.”
(In true flea ...
