Hello!
Sigh….one of those afternoons when I get drawn back into my
past and dwell on it…double sigh…
The story is simple, really; I asked my daughter to put a piqué
on my bed (a bed cover that people use to move me in bed), fairly simple task.
Well she came with a white piqué and I was surprised. Usually they are two tonnes
of colors on these things; green and white, blue and white, anything and white….
Oh shit, I exclaimed; your mother bleached the F out of the thing… my daughter concurred
with the fact that the 2 tone piqué was no more. So this got me thinking
about my beginnings with what’s her face…
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| Something like that except white now |
You see, back in the days when I was single and still living
with mommy, I probably put “metrosexual” on the map of the Earth. I used to do
my laundry, comb my hair with a brush and mousse (sigh), dry clean (Yes dry
clean) my working clothes, clean my bar and its little liquor bottles and once
a month I would get my beard and hair groomed at the hair salon… Yes I was a metrosexual dude…. Then
she walk into my life and slowly but surely she started to take space…. Soon I could
see her discontent with me doing my laundry and bringing my clothes to the dry
cleaner… so one by one my clothe items started to be washed by her and one by
one they started to have bleach spots. First they were small and concealable,
but then… they were the size of an apple and the items could not be wore again…..
sigh… I think it’s a Mexican thing because J man is going through what I went
through all those years ago; and I’m sure if I ask her mom’s boyfriend, he is
going through the same dilemma….
I need speech rec, hands are shot and I haven’t even play
Animal Crossing yet….
Take care folks!
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