Sunday Morning


Now is the time to be brave at the market because little girls with missing teeth are once again selling cookies as you leave the store.  Just what I damn need – cookies.  There is more than enough me at this time and I don’t need any cookies.  All it will do is make even more me and I’m trying to make less of me.  But they stare at me with hopeful smiles with missing teeth and I’m weak.

I just gave them money and walked away.  I think it’s one big scam ran by mothers with little girls.