The rage and confusion was still ongoing at 11:30 this morning. I walked into her room, told her to get her purse we were going out to eat lunch because I didnt feel like cooking. She glared. Good. Its about time I see where Im living. I havent been out of this house since I came here. Yes you have. Get your purse and stop being mean. I dont feel like eating lunch with someone whos being hateful, I said, and walked out. She met me in the kitchen with her purse and her attitude, which I ignored. By the time we got to the Sonic, she was done. Fed her chicken nuggets and tater tots, then took her to get ice cream. Shes happy and Im shell-shocked, dreading nightfall. Storms predicted both inside and out. The cellar will take care of outer storms. God has to take care of the rest. Im done for the day.
Posted on: Wed, 02 Apr 2014 19:55:19 +0000
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