Maycation Day 7: Day Late, Dollar Short
Yes, I’m actually writing this on Day 8. Call me irresponsible. Go ahead, I dare you. But yesterday was a typical Sunday: get up, go to church, go back to bed, dream that I went to see a boring movie (citrus fruit turns into yellow ducks which give rise to evil monkeys–of course, all monkeys are evil) and got into a brawl with a fellow moviegoer, win fight, leave theater before cops are called. So, fellow middle-aged white females, watch out–I kick @ss in my dreams!