This morning started bright and early at 5:00 a.m. I did not want to get up! I had to take a Klonapin to get to sleep--well two Klonapin. That gives me a little hangover if I dont get at least 8 hours. But my mind was spinning from things from the past, present and future. Just dumb ass stuff that isnt even important but keeps you awake.
Me and bosslady were off to the Farmer's Market. I love to go there. She is sick so I did most of the shopping. Then back to the office. It was raining when we got back. Bossman was at the office and bosslady went inside and they started reading the newspaper. I unloaded the van. It was packed full of cases of tomatoes, corn, onions, apples, peas--you name it. Then I had to pick all the vegetables and throw out old stuff, put up new stuff and price it all. Then I had to make more damned peanuts. The boiled peanut thing is starting to wear on my nerves. I am the only one who takes care of this. Today was a job people. Especially for my old ass.
To make my day even more irritating I am having a panty problem. My panties keep rolling down under my fat roll. I hate when that happens. I kept having to reach into my short pockets and grab them and pull them up. If I pull them up too far I get a wedgie. Equally irritating. When I get home these babies are coming off. If they have rolled down once they have rolled down a million times. Another significant sign that I need to lose weight. Or buy bigger panties. Maybe suspenders?
Maybe I could get me some old fashioned granny panties. That would fit my mood for sure. You know, the kind that come up right under you boobs. They come up above your jeans and shorts. You have to wear a long shirt to keep them from being seen. Yeah--those are attractive. Maybe some really nice white ones. LOL
I want to go see my niece and nephew. But everyone at Amber's house is sick. Since I am on the verge of being sick I dont think I will go. I just cant afford a trip to the doctor and more medicine than I usually take. I plan to keep trying to fight my sickness off with over the counter meds or maybe a fifth of whiskey. I like the sound of the whiskey better. My Daddy always said whiskey and honey would cure anything. If it doesnt cure it you wont care anyway.
I thought my tomato plants had about had it. I have stopped taking care of them because they looked to be about at the end of their life span. They were looking really bad. I took a glance at them yesterday and had to do a double take. They are actually blooming again and looking better than they have all summer! So maybe I was loving them to death before. I wonder if they will have time to make tomatoes from those blooms before fall? I bet they do. That is a nice surprise!
These are my Saturday ramblings.