you don’t mess with my pickup truck

What did I do today? I chewed out a possibly retarded, non-English-speaking man for very deliberately leaf-blowering dirt all over my just washed pickup truck. I had a chance to take a deep breath and practice a little tolerance and kindness, and I didn’t. I went off on him. I’d just picked up Tasha’s ashes at the vet’s, and I was in no particular mood to be fudged around with by life. Or whatever cynically comical force sends such people out into the universe with leaf blowers.

What am I thinking about? Taking the doggie – themed poetry magnets off my fridge.

What else? Dinner’s almost ready.

What else? I’m going to church in the morning. Hope I don’t get zapped into a pile of Kingsford BBQ briquets when I get to the door.