Hello!
Happy National Fruitcake day to all you fruitcakes out there…
Just came back from a medical appointment for my daughter…
get this, I was referred to this appointment 2 years ago, back when my kid was
11; now she’s freaking 13!! At least I got that out of the way, now on to
bigger and better things…
You know, every time I take the bus and they sit me in the
center of it, I feel like a queen… And not like Queen Latifah with her high
fives and her was up Nig…… Nigel! What is up Nigel is what I was going to
write. Although theoretically, I could use the “N” word since my step dad was
black, I believe he was also a black panther; Haitian chapter. Sooo, just
saying… But back to my story, I feel like a queen. Queen Elizabeth; I feel I should
be throwing “Hellos” to the commoners. People such as you that cannot ride on
the special bullet proof bus - I’m sure it’s bullet proof- because you are not
born royal such as me. I am one, maybe two notches above the populaces and have
the God given right to sit there waiving at the crowds. But then, they sit
Jimmy the mentally challenged guy beside me and it all goes down hell from
there with his talk of poopy pants and stuff… I feel normal again quite fast, but
those 2 seconds of feeling super superior to everyone makes my day….
Take care folks….
PS I got to blog about my new discoveries and how TV will
never be the same again….
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