My father, my hero!

So, my car broke down at the pet store that’s about five miles from home in St. Matthews. It had been making funny noises, and I had a bad feeling. After I put a heavy bag of dog food and another heavy bag of kitty litter in the car, I couldn’t get Carlene to start.Continue reading “My father, my hero!”

When your bascart has a mind of its own…

Dear Amy: Here’s a typical scenario: I am walking on a trail that is only a few feet wide. Someone is coming toward me. Neither of us is wearing a mask. I step off the trail to give the other person (and myself) space. The other person walks by without saying anything. Am I wrongContinue reading “When your bascart has a mind of its own…”

Becoming Kathleen Lancaster.

Today was a day of complete sluggishness that I didn’t even try to fight off. I feel as if I was psychically attacked by my mom yesterday. On my birthday! Because she’s a [bleep]. I have to hold the memory clearly in my mind so I won’t subject myself to her again anytime soon. LettingContinue reading “Becoming Kathleen Lancaster.”

It’s all about the kitty litter.

I get off on expressing my anger. This is fact. I went to the grocery store today to return some kitty litter. I bought it back when I feared that the zombie apocalypse was nigh upon us. In good news, there are no zombies. (Yet.) In bad news, they wouldn’t take back the litter. AndContinue reading “It’s all about the kitty litter.”

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