"Look at it!" George said proudly as I stood at my front door this morning.
We both walked out to look at George's Buick.
"I even detailed the engine," he said opening the hood.
"It looks like a new car!" I replied.
"Momma said I should keep it that way since she bought it."
I chuckled. It did look brand new.
"I spent hours of sweat and toil on that thing yesterday afternoon," George said.
George got in his car and drove off with a proud grin on his face.
Just a 12-pack. Not a king's ransom...
"Mom?" I asked on the phone this morning. "Will you get me a 12-pack of regular coke?"
"I don't know," mom said with a somber tone. "Your daddy says I need to keep your grocery costs down. I've been spending too much money. I will think about it."
She's gonna die when she sees how much a battery charger and batteries are going to cost.
Well, this pissed me off so badly. A 12-pack of cokes is only $3.99 at Kroger. It is not as if I was breaking the bank. I hung up the phone and felt terrible. I really need to get a job. Stuff like this gets old. My life seems to be a series of obstacles to overcome as far as my parents, medications, and my disability is concerned.
Well, I called mom back.
"Don't buy me any groceries," I said madly after she answered.
"You've got to eat!" she exclaimed.
"I'd rather starve than have to put up with this kind of bullshit any longer," I said and I hung up.