A black cherry paradise, half the sugar, twice the spice Shawshank, March 1, 2024 I swear every time we get a grocery delivery, there’s a freakin party line in town, and someone calls it, and says the van is there get EVERYONE and everyone they know to get gas. Perfect. BossLady is checking in the order, TisimBoy is staying as far away from the register as freakin possible, and NewGirl is running the register. I’m getting all the outdoor stuff, and then when I finally get inside, NewGirl – who only seems to know my name, is calling me to do the lottery, because she’s not allowed to do it until after she takes her course. Good fuckin times if you ask me. And, we’re expecting snow. The amounts have changed over the last 2 days, so currently it’s sitting at 9.75”. But it’s been as high as 13”. I’ll believe it when I see it. But of course there’s bad weather coming, so the old people have to top off the gas. (“Fill it up – storms coming.” But then it clicks off at $18) that just boggles my mind!) which is hilarious because if a foot of snow falls, sure as shit, they’re not going out in it. They might, because this town has to do everything at the last possible minute. They don’t think a head. Like the local school is doing a ski trip today, so what does everyone do? Come right before they leave to get gas. Shit, I’d have hotten the gas the day before. But I digress. I’m tired. I slept ok yesterday, but I don’t think it was too much of a restful sleep. I closed my eyes, and BOOM! the alarm is going off. Least tomorrow, I can sleep in for a couple of hours. I need it. I’m in a wicked salty mood, and I don’t want to take it out on Crystal. Date night tonight. Yay. The regular place is still closed. Only open 10-2 each day. So we’ll go to the other restaurant. I don’t know if we’ll go back to the other one. Yes the fall back place isn’t as good, but at least they’re consistent with their hours, and didn’t suddenly close 3 weeks ago. I think I’m done bitching for a while. Besides, what’s a blog or zine good for if you’re not bitching on it? Life blogbloggercoffeeFriyayjournalmorningsTinyTownup early
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