Yes.
I opened my car door a bit ago, I was on the way to get my hair cut. A swift breeze entered and a gaggle of receipts sitting on the vehicle’s floor were picked up lifted into the air, swirling about my car. It was at that moment, I had this thought:
I’m like the cat lady. Sh**.
You know, the lady you see on the news once a year, who has 45 cats in her house and she’s doesn’t seem to be taking proper care of them. Ah yes, that’s me with receipts. I promptly crumpled those suckers up, never to be seen again.
Filed by ryanroth at September 21st, 2007 under Life