Today, I told my family that I thought it was time to have me committed--or to put me in a zoo--or to just refer to me as one of those eccentrics that show up in Southern Literature! To our Christmas Eve dinner, to which family and even one person, whom I had never met, came, I wore my ratty, heavy fleece bathrobe and bedroom shoes. I didnt even feel shame, only comfort--and I did have a large laugh at myself when I started to bed. Oh, Janice, you are a fruitcake! Even age 75 doesnt give you those privileges.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 23:11:09 +0000