Our house cleaning gig postponed on us till next week. That $100 is so precious and it really hurts. We are learning to adjust. I wish everything didn’t start in survival mode, but it’s where we are. Sorry loves.
I thought about asking a new friend for some of his special seeds, but jail doesn’t really appeal to me – plus I’ve never been a smoker – but my son-in-law would really like some special brownies for his special days… lol shame on me. I wouldn’t, but I am human and think about it, briefly, a lot. Wonder what they sell for. STOP IT Amber – really. Move off in a different direction. Who wants to buy soap? Cleaners? A nice wrapped crystal? Something legal? Anyone . . . ????
Survival – noun
I wonder where we really DO go from here? We are surviving, kind of, but haven’t re-fit IN. So far, there is not enough being generated to make a difference or even pay the house payment. $50 short is not enough to make it – and the dog needs food which I can’t buy. Screaming to the Universe isn’t helping. It isn’t helping. I hear echos . . .