A Little Less Bluesy

It was a better day yesterday.  I guess I just needed a moment to cry Monday night.  People being nice is a rare thing.  No wonder I am skeptical of someone's sincerity.  Too much of backstabbers makes me question everyone.

Well it also doesn't help that we're living in an age where cruelty reigns supreme.  Sigh.  This time will pass.  I wish it would end soon.

I guess we're getting new windows next week.  Charlie and Jeremy haven't gotten back to me how this will work with me working or if they need to be inside to do any work.  I wish it was over. I don't look forward to it.  I wish they wouldn't do so many repairs because I know we'll pay for it next year.  I'm happy they're here.  I'm just worried we can't stay here.  

I got this thing off of Amazon to help with calluses and corns.  Maybe I'm throwing money away but I am so tired of this little annoyances on my pinky toes.  I have been using it the last few days, morning and night on my right pinky toe.  I would give anything to be rid of at least one of them.  It got great reviews and the thing that people said is that you need patience. I've had this problem since I was a teenager.  I wore shoes that were too tight and that's when it began.  It wasn't high heels.  I never told my parents I needed a size up.  Money wasn't something that was free flowing in our household growing up so I sucked it up.  I would love to be rid of one of these annoyances.  I'm not looking to wear pointy toe heels or any fancy shoe.  I just want the pain to go away when it throbs in the summertime.  Doesn't matter what size shoe I'm wearing.  If this works, I'll give a six star review.  Kind of hoping that it would fall off like the plantar's wart I had years ago.  Ugh, I'm grossed out by talking about this.  Wear proper shoes people.  No shame in going up a size.  No shame in comfort.  You'll pay for it later.

Precious is going wild this morning.  She banged on the blinds so I would open the window.  Nutty cat.  She generally sits there for 10 minutes, gets up and leaves.  She's over it.

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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