So Friday was my birthday. Today, Sunday, mom finally brought me my birthday present. Fat cloths from Walmart. GRRRRR. She doesn't get it. Never has never will. Thank God for my evening with Nancy and Clinton. That one evening made up for it. I think I wouldn't have minded the fat cloths if they were something decent. But they are old lady looking cheap stretchy yucky fat cloths. It takes me right back to 3rd grade when all she would buy me is corduroy pants. I wanted to have cloths like everyone else, and she would buy me dark green cords that were too small so the fat would roll over the top and they made noise when I walked. ZZEETT, ZZEETT, ZZEETT everywhere I went.
The present wasn't even wrapped, just shoved in the Walmart bag she got when she bought them. Now I crying like a 3rd grader. I'm totally taking them back and using the money for either a food scale, or a rug for my bathroom. I want to get rid of the shaggy thing Malinda gave me. The color is right, but the look and karma are all bad. Clintonville deserves the perfect rug!
Whew I fell better. I'll blog about Macey later today. She is so sweet, and wounded. That is a prerequisite for being part of my life anymore. Bruised, broken, but not bitter!!!
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