Once again we're getting ready to celebrate "the fourth." Instead of me shooting off the fireworks, the sky is producing a beautiful array of "sparklers" and loud noise with them.
Will I get to go to the barbeque? I doubt it. Weather is a determiner and it's just not fun grilling in the rain. Of course there's always P.T. Bones.
Getting up today was hard. My husband doesn't have to work, but I do. Frying hamburgers for a living and doing it for a "get together" is like a busman's holiday. I hate cooking. I smell of grease and smoke. Our establishment is the only one in this area that still allows smoking. Stale, thick, heavy smells linger on my clothing and in my hair. I scrub and scrub, but it never leaves. When am I going to leave this place?
I'm almost through with my schooling. I'll be able to arrange my work schedule with my school schedule this semester. I can hardly wait to start working. I even already have a job. Laura's House of Hair. It's a cute shop and Laura and I have been friends all our lives, even before we were born. It's neat how we've been able to "grow up together" and all our escapades. She is such a part of my life; we're more like twins. I can finish her sentences and she knows my thoughts even before I say them. That is soooo totally neat.
As I was running to the car, the woman in front of me was hit by lightening. Oh my. It's Laura.
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