there that confirm an increased probability (uh, like 2/3rds) that widows will experience some significant degree of financial insecurity - i.e., hope the freaking tires hold up, atleast 'till the fall. Uh, no vacas in my future - well anytime before the sun starts burning significant amounts of helium.
And yeah, i get it. Moving in a pee-wee (uh, when her 60-something, pickings are slim at best) does help with the bills...uh, but then again, could be a set-up on pee-wee's part.
Either way, i continue to pray for a strong tall hedge about me. Hey, i'll manage somehow, money-wise; i'll depend on the Lord... And if any scoffers choose to laugh and mock, oh have at it - uhm, because i really don't care what a bunch of pedantic dunderheads think; and if that breaks any bubbles, ttooo bad ;)
Anyway, wouldn't moving in a boyfriend, or getting him to buy you supper (yeah, good luck with even getting the 2-fer over at qwik-way)...? Still, a gal doesn't have to be 20-something, and walk 3rd street to be a ho. i ain't no ho, and if those tires don't pass inspection...still, i ain't no ho.
And neither am i going to cast mire on my late Husband's memory.
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