Scuze me, Father: A girl can only eat so much grilled cheese.

Goodness and gravy.

Jeez, Louise.

What in the fresh uh, oh!

These, and many more random thoughts, appeared, disappeared, reappeared after receiving yet another phone call with yet more troubling/upsetting/heart-crushing news.

I mean, Father, a gal can only eat so much grilled cheese, dontchaknowthis?!

Whew!

This steady march of awful/horrid/whattheworldhashappened now March news has got me ready to run away from home. Which is NOT an option. Gas just too high! Also, no idea where I would go. Also, just too exhausted to leave the house let alone get in a car and point it in some direction.

I promised myself I would keep on doing the day no matter what the day would bring but….sheeeesh, okay!?

I made a lovely lunch I did not eat.

Forgot to make jello so had to settle for orange slices instead.

My last break is almost over and I am in need of the next break which won’t come til tomorrow.

If this sounds a bit woe is me….*shrug*. I got nuttin for you.

I reached for my coffee cup but remembered I forgot to make my coffee.

Between the burnt peanut butter cookies, midnight chores, my dreams refusing to show up, age and longing hollering all up in a girl face, I am ready to tell the whole blankety blank world to kick some rocks!!!!!!!!

Am over making lemonade, Father. Can a girl get some chocolate cream pie instead?

Asking for a friend,

Cassandra

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