For some reason, pawn shops are kinda scary to me. Even the one in town that I go to now and then. They smell strongly of dirty men and auto oil, and are inhabited by people I know not to trust. That's why one is going into the book.
Something else that's scary? My ability to NOT scream at boys who come into my office, sit in the guest chair and snuffle snot rather than blowing their nose.
Birdie stayed home sick today. She got a bad case of poison ivy and is in the fever stage. Unfortunately, she probably got it dragging big limbs in my yard last weekend. Of course, that leaves me to drive home alone tonight on about three quarters of an inch of ice. I *will* be walking up the hill when I get home tonight after class.
...if I make it home.
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Be careful!! You have a story to finish. My best to Birdie -- hope she's feeling better soon.
I hope we don't get the ice. That's far worse than snow. The radar looks ominous right now.
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