Okay, I’ll admit . . . I’m pretty proud of the way I’ve adapted to the changes going on in my life lately.
Nobody thought I’d be able to handle being a single woman owning my own home. Sure I don’t know a lot about home repairs and home maintenance, but I know people who do . . . and they like me and are willing to help me if I ask.
Nobody thought I’d be able to handle the finances . . . that my salary alone wasn’t enough. Uh, um, I was the only one working for the last 2-1/2 years and I was supporting TWO households with one paycheck . . . a fact I have pointed out quite frequently to several people.
Everybody thought I’d be horribly lonely rattling around in this big old house with just Millie & Rocky (and Fluff when he decides he wants to join us). I was lonely BEFORE when there was another person living in the house with me. There wasn’t much conversation. There wasn’t much interaction. There was a lot of anger and hostility . . . so being alone is a blessing.
I’m a tough little cookie . . . and I’m hellbent to show everyone that I can do this by myself . . .
However . . . I’m not above pulling the pity card from time to time . . . and the pity card I pull is the “poor girl with a broken arm” card . . .
I use it at work to get out of pulling, toting, filing charts . . .
I use it to get the front walk shoveled when it snows . . .
I use it to get help at the grocery store . . .
I gotta tell ya . . . I’m pretty impressed at how a flash of my scar and batting my big blue eyes will pretty much get me whatever I need . . .
Just think what I could do if I used my powers for evil instead of good?!