I am going to bed tonight before 12:00 and not get up at 5:00. I must get some rest. I am taking off from now until Monday, except for my weekend job, so I can study for a mid term. My car is very messy and my brother is coming through town tomorrow. He came to town one day and night to help me find a mechanic in Harrsion, yes from South Louisiana. There were little pieces of paper, on black interior of my car, and he made me pick them up, one by one, before he would follow me in his car to the mechanic. I have never understood how someone can keep a car as clean as he does. It amazes me. When I get in my car, I have to move something around just to sit. Every piece of mail I have gotten in the last month is in the front passenger seat. Its like nothing I have ever seen before. And, as Sarah has said many times, she can tell by looking inside my car if my house is straight. If my car is messy, my house is clean, and if my car is clean, my house is messy. I am looking to my left on the living room sofa and there is one three ring binder, one spiral notebook, around 5 manilla folders, a copy of last semesters syllabus, and several pieces of tiny papers, receipts, grocery bills, etc., and clean clothes. I do not sit on that sofa. I sit on the smaller sofa, or love seat, never can figure that one out. There is a hand towel that I use to wipe my hands clean during makeup application, another hand towel that I use when I put my feet on the arm of the sofa and another one under my head, just in case I rub makeup on the other arm of the sofa from my face, or perhaps some body oil. That is weird, yeppers. I love my brother. He is a fine brother, a devoted husband, and as far as I can tell, a daddy that would make your heart melt. Later, as I have a goal of going to bed pretty soon, I will tell you all the story of him taking care of me when I was a little baby. Night night.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 03:41:29 +0000
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