But I had to have my candy, among other things.
How pathetic is that?
I was at my treatment, stuck in a chair for hours while the IV pumped the chemical cocktail of whatever is supposed to make me feel better, through my veins.
On Wednesdays we go to this place called Up N Smoke, but for some unknown reason we call it Smokin' Up Joes (i guess we like that name better).
On Saturday we volunteered with J's work at the Boys and Girls Club. We painted doors. I believe in volunteering.
A long time ago I dated two different guys with the same name. (yeah I didn't have caller Id, and it was totally confusing). I wasn't really into either one. I took off for Cali, and that ended.
She went through it first.