that her hard-working, non-boozing, non-toking husband had provided, long before con-vir. Oh yeah, the gal has a smugness about her, bigtime! But i'm not mrs.thinks-she's-all-that's judge - and frankly, i'd rather think she is born again. Newsflash: saints aren't perfect, the Lord's children do bratty things. Some are prone to act like richie-rich kids, while others continually strive against their guttersnipe days.
Okay, that said.
What torks me off are people who are busy telling other people how to navigate through situations they, themselves never had to endure. Like the wife who hasn't had the funds to see a freaking dentist!!! Oh, while peewee buys hImself another bottle of hooch or whatever. Sort of shiola happens all the time. Oh, but we women are supposed to just happy-clappy stay home and be cheery-chirpy dependent. Bull!
Time to get off this thing. i got a man's job outside, waiting for me to gedder-done. Such is life in the real world.
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