I had to remind her again tonight to stop giving me a hard time. She gives me a hard time about everything. She told me to watch my son like a hawk when she left the house. Then she told me on the phone. Then she started yelling that I wasn't watching him good enough. He was sitting in a chair next to me.
I have complete awarness when I'm out. I can sense danger. I have great periperal vision. I act like a crazy loon sometimes. Some people get it. Some people don't. I'm kind of like the Fisher King.
Tonight at the mall the girl gave me one of those dead sea salt hand washes. I lost my snap, and couldn't sing no more. My hands were too clean. Couldn't snap my fingers. You can't sing Killer Queen without snap. I sing it in the large sections of the mall. Great echo... but the girl she killed my snap.
