Crap, I Am Happy

What good is a happy writer?

I haven't been stopped by a police since last week. I haven't had dog dung on my clothes since the week before. My cars are getting repaired. I paid the Shylock off.

I even had an enjoyable dinner date last night!!

What the heck?!

Is it the season to be jolly already?

The only thing I have to complain about is my cellular stalker. I don't know how many weeks of him calling a trio of times per day and evening, only to receive no return call from me, it will take for my subtle hint that I am not interested to sink into his thick head, but I am hopeful.

After all, tis the season of giving and I am hoping he will GIVE up for both our sakes.

The Blonde finds more joy in receiving peace!

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