I have a terrible migraine. I have to fly for eleven hours today. I
hope the in flight movies don't suck, but I rather suspect they shall.
I hate to fly, so I am filling a sipper cup with chardonnay and taking
an emergency vicodin with me.
Dbot is digging through her stuff looking for the power cord
for her ipod. She was finally in the mood to download itunes (her step
mom gave her an itunes gift certificate and I've gotten a lot of free
song downloads from the bottletops of the diet pepsis I drink), and she
can't do it until she charges the ipod up. Her daddy spoils her
recklessly: a trip to france,a tiffany necklace and the ipod. Everytime
she comes back from his house, she has a certain european condencention
to all things Kentucky. She abruptly lost the tiffany necklace
and I grounded her until she found it. I think I was more pissed than
anything. Never in my life has anyone gotten me anything from tiffany
& co, and here she is 11 and has a tiffany necklace. So my
punishment was arbitrary and capricious and predicated in jealousy. The
Legalists of the Qin state would not approve. The necklace turned up.
Flashback ex-stripper scare: about a month ago, my neighbor down the
street, the one no one has ever seen, was mowing his yard. When I
finally saw him, I freaked out. He was an old customer of mine who used
to make me sit with him for drinks and he would always try to
tongue kiss me. He was a total perv. Let this be a lesson, when you are
eighteen, don't blow your future by stripping. The freaky
customers may end up being your suburban neighbors. I won't let my kids
go near his house. I think he lives with his elderly mom.