I have no clothes. Bush has more than I do. No shoes that fit, no undies, shirts, pants or tops. I never thought it would make such a big change in my life. Comfort yes. How I present myself never occurred to me.
That is why I had to put the donation thing on the side. Somebody has already been extremely generous but now that the Mae Wests are gone, I'm drowning. I realize that everyone is in the same place, but I can't even go to Goodwil to try and find clothes.
What was I thinking? Was I? I know that my six faithful readers have supported my rantings and I appreciate you listening once again.
Thanks.
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