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Purgatory


If I could sing, this is the song I'd serenade to the Space Bass....with a couple of edits to the lyrics.


Today I am thankful for laughing at myself. 

Woohoo! 

I had no dreams of creepy stuff, or men or anything like that. 

Countdown clock: 29 

What did I do differently? 

Well, I went to sleep shortly after 7:00 a.m. and spent the entire night listening to vintage R&B and funk. 

Bootsy Collins and his psychedelic pedals, 

Rick James and his jams, 

George Clinton,

Funkadelic, 

Parliament,

Rufus and Chaka Khan, 

The Gap Band, 

Sly and the Family Stone, 

So much funk, so little time. 

I awoke at 11:00 a.m. to the sounds of someone throwing dishes in the kitchen. 

Uh oh....

What did I do? 

I snuck the cat a treat. 

The adult kiddo living here gets pissed off when I do that. 

What can I say?  

That cat is fierce!  As mean as she is, she'll give me those sad kitten eyes and I have no choice. 

She's a hypno-cat!  I betcha she watches all those Milton Erickson videos when I do. 

(okay, I'm just making excuses for being bad.)  

*****

I made some coffee.  Rarely touch it now but on days like today, it's necessary. 

I thought back to the worst days of my life and the one bright spot who would buy me coffee all the time not realizing that a kid who spends his allowance buying you coffee really made a big sacrifice there. 

Then I remembered that I am a horrible partner.  My mind wandered to another ex, who after repeating the marriage vows, quickly told me he I'd make a better "mistress than a wife." 

Then I remembered the divorce, and his trying to push me into the back of his numerous cars for years after that. The last time was October 24, 2005*.  I wish I remembered what I said to him.  It was his birthday and it was the last time I saw his face.  I was pretty irritated at him because he wrinkled my outfit!   

The dreams are my purgatory.  

The dreams are probably why that relationship was so...let's just say...brief.  He destroyed the bass my father gave to me one Christmas morning because I woke up early to practice.  I still have the pieces under my bed with a replacement T-40. 

Then I had this thought. 

Murderers, Rapists, Pimps, Thugs and Thieves don't typically serve thirty-three year sentences! 

When do I get time off for good behavior? 

Maybe I've got to stop being bad. 

Love ya, 

S. 

*It's my birthday party avoidance season. Too many of the guys who ask me out are born this time of year. 

I heard from one this morning.  We had a deal.  If neither of us had married by 2017, we'd tie the knot.. We almost have the same name so people think we're married now.  That's were the joke springs from. We've never even hugged.  

Just to be on the safe side, I'm going to try laying low for a bit. 

Maybe I'll wear one of those wigs after all with some huge sunglasses and a hat!   

((( hugs ))) 




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