I was mad at wombie.
Why?
Cuz she did like I told her and not worried about a situation and got on being about her life.
The prob?
Well, I was the dummy who got to worrying about HER and forgot to be about being about my life.
Sooooooooooooooooo, when she called to check on me to see if I had been being about it….
I proceeded, yall, to huff and puff and blow my own dumb house down.
Slunk off.
Mad.
Fumed.
Fussed.
Got tired of fuming.
Got tired of fussing.
Mad enough I decided to punish the wide world and did not post as I normally would have.
Dummy me.
Got up.
Got in shower.
Got some act right.
Got to posting.
Normally, I text wombie my pieces so she does not have to go to the site and read.
Started out, being honest yall, and was petty and wrote and initially did not text her. Told myself she can go to the site and read….dammit….*pout*.
Took brows raising at me and fingers wagging at me and head shaking at me and foot tapping at me to help me get some act right as I have ZERO plans to be doing chores at midnight.
*Cassandra grudgingly sent posts to wombie*….*pout*.
So, telling on myself and reminding all to keep some act right and keep doing what is right. We can’t expect folks to be everywhere and at all times. We can’t expect folks to check back in and let us know how they are doing. Folks living their lives.
Best we keep living ours best we can.
being about MY life,
Cassandra
#YourLifeMattersToMe
P.S. You tell me the moral of the story….
- COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️🩹
- BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
- Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
- Still In Love
- REAL TALK: DESPISE NOT SMALL BEGINNINGS, BELOVEDS.👘🦺🥾👟🥿👞🩴👢🩰👡⛑️🔌🕯️🔎🖌️🖋️📢
Why Can't I Be Loud?! 