Good morning all. I’m not sure what to write about today. I’ve made a few decisions, and am hoping for the best. So far, I have some things to sort out and work on.
24 years ago, I was awarded a divorce from a man who beat the tar out of me. He thought it fit and proper to kick me awake amongst many other things. It’s part of the reason I am in a wheelchair today.
Today, I set up an emergenc escape fund. Just in case. I’ve started setting aside a few dollars here and there to get out of the house and run if I need to.
I’m converting the asshole taxes I charge him for unreasonable requests to this fund. I jokingly refer to it as “Munkin’s hoard”. I figure if I have an emotional support dragon, then I can have a dragon’s hoard which he will guard to help me escape if needful.
Morning all, hope you are well. I am settling in. Duke is asleep on the bed. My husband is kvetching about whatever to the entities only he talks to, and I have an emotional support dragon.
Munkin was a gift given to me on Sunday when I arrived at the meeting. My good friend T had asked me if scents bothered me. They don’t much anymore, since I no longer live where there is a wood burning stove. My allergies have settled down.
She gave me Munkin, a cute little cucumber scented dragon on a keychain. He’s adorable, and has decided that he is my emotional support dragon.
Now here’s the history. My school mascot was Victor E. a blue dragon. I’ve loved dragons my whole life. I have a friend who swears that if I ever get a real dragon, I will use them. Snort, why not? I mean a fire breathing flying critter that hoards things…
So, Munkin has moved in, and has taken over. Take care my friends, may you have an emotional support dragon of your own. -L
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