That's my tune this week as I hit another milestone. Each year I treat myself to a gift even if I've nary a dime, when a hot rotisserie chicken from Walmart made me deliriously giddy all the way home. Yesterday I ordered a pair of finger-less knitted gloves for less than $10 because it popped up on my screen while Yahoo-ing. I couldn't resist; it was totally impulsive but not entirely frivolous, if you've ever lived in an RV in the winter.
But that's not really my idea of a special gift so I'm putting some ideas down in print, which I tend to comprehend better than sound. Let's see:
1. Give up any acquaintances who support Donald Trump. I don't want that kind of ugly thinking in my experience. Family members don't count.
2. Sell my RV, which for some reason is a desirable model; find an overseas location without a mandatory quarantine for animals; pack up BC for a nicer country than ours is becoming; and see how we land on our feet.
3. Closer to home: store the RV; pack up BC; head for Canada, where pot's legal everywhere; and search for other ex-pats, and moose, just 'cause.
4. Stay put and finish Ruff Life. Starting today, from my lips to God's ears.
I CHOOSE: # 4; a bit of 1; and begin planning 2. Too cold for Canada now.
What will YOU do when Trump is re-elected by the brainless, bigoted bullies of #1.
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