So I reckon it’s a good thing I have a doctor’s appointment, hunh?
I was doing my normal whiny Sunday night thing to myself about how I don’t wanna go to work, and I wanted to do something that I want to do in the years remaining, etc. I had to reach out (in a manner of speaking) and slap myself a few times to bring myself back to reality.
“Okay, Ms. I don’t want to go to work anymore, how, exactly, do I intend to pay the ‘lectric bill?”
“Hello. I don’t earn enough to pay the electric bill. I buy feed and groceries!”
“Oh. Yeah. Right. How do I intend to do THAT?”
“I was kinda thinking of committing mass murder of the livestock, filling the freezers, and gardening.”
“And if I get sick, then what?”
“I, uh, reckon I’ll die.”
“Because I will have no insurance?”
“Yep. But I don’t feel sick!”
“Most people don’t, until they keel over from a heart attack or stroke.”
“Oh, aren’t WE Miz Morbid today!”
“I see life as it is, not through delusional glasses.”
“And I could maybe make and sell T-shirts.”
“Funny. I don’t look Chinese to me!”
“I’m serious. People liked the shirt I wore this weekend!”
“That would be TWO people that commented on it. Maybe they couldn’t believe somebody actually wore that thing but didn’t want to be too negative.”
Dang. I hate it when I’m right.