October 19, 2004


I went up the hill to the Artists school for the job interview, came back down; had a quick coffee and then went to work, came home and sat down for ten minutes when I get a phone call; "could you go to the girls school and help them practice for the play?" went back up hill, sat around for the rehersal and the play, came back down. Walked the dog. Washed dishes.Made dinner. At that point my knee was killing me. So after supper I hit the tub and soaked for about 1/2 hour.

Question was, did I want to get dressed again? Or snuggle down into my pjs.

I chose pjs. I chose pjs knowing, in the back of my mind that someone was going to knock on the door asking for charity.

Ten minutes after I came downstairs someone came to the door wanting charity.

Am I psychic or what?

I hid in the kitchen. I told my daughter to answer the door. She left the door wide open. The girls came in...to my messy house, my hair loose and me in my pjs.

I don't want to know what they thought.

What I want is those lottery numbers.

Posted by Rachel Ann at October 19, 2004 02:00 PM
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