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!