the owner knowns about the bike!

I had to take him home, from the car place, and we had a conversation. He mentioned in the context of the conversation, how we must always be vigilant watching objects appearing as we drive, such as . . .you guessed it, bikes! How does he know? Who told him? Oh, he so enjoys being cryptic. At least he was nice. Didn't rag on me. It sucks, have a boss who has like 2000 personal close friends!

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Bought two new pairs of shoes. Only had one pair and the flip flops. That one pair of shoes was so worn out. I was down to the plastic insides. My little toes were getting blisters. It was time. I bought a sightly cheaper version of the pair I wore out, and a pair of dark purple sneakers with lime green accents. They also have white and sliver parts. No, they are not gaudy, they are colorful, but restrained.I was so tired of wearing black shoes (work shoes) EVERYWHERE.I want to look like other people, not a homeless person. I may be poor but I'm not that poor.

But before I went into that store, I discovered that there's an antiquite store there! I bought a decorated wood eggcup, which is like the original wood egg cups my mother had, but somewhat smaller and shaped a bit differently. I also found a green fridge dish with a clear lid (1930's) for my sister. It's going to be part of her Christmas present. I'm going to fill it with vanilla infused stevia. I must buy the stevia and vanilla pods VERY soon. Also must get on with getting picture of mom make from negative and finding the right frame for it.

Also must get on with finding dress for ball, and shoes and bag, and what to do with farmers tan line, and my hair. . .! Yes, I am going to the debutant ball! Jackie is buying my ticket, ($100.00) wait didn't I say Margaret is going to be a debutant? Yes, she is!!!! So, here I am going to my one and only ball, with no date, and a rented or new to me dress and lady lee press on nails. I'm going to go in anthropology mode as I won't be able to sit with my sister until after the diner.It's sooo sad, but I'm pretty sure, that at 51 this WILL be my one and only ball.

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I still miss Mr. Traffic. I would like to send him a letter explaining why I'm not coming around anymore, but, let's face it, it would only hurt and make him angry. I mean, "Sorry I'm not coming around any more because you won't stop talking a about sex constantly, covertly feeling me up and oh ya, I think you may be a pedophile." That would go over real well, wouldn't it?