Last week I was on a high, a real high. High on life! I had done all my figurin' & listin' & weighed my expenses vs. my expected income, & January was going to be a good month. If I wasn't totally off my nut, I was gonna come out ahead 400 smackers. $400!!!! That's a big load of cashola, a big bucket of change for Wilma, let me tell you.
I had plans for that money. No, I wasn't buying purses & shoes ~ I was gonna put it toward my teeth. My bee-you-ti-full teeth that I will have someday soon. Yup. That $400 was gonna buy me almost half a tooth. Almost.
So, when I innocently picked up the mail today, little did I know, little did I suspect that contained within was a...um... fly in the ointment, so to speak.
Stoopid bullet & it's stoopid licence due February 4th making me 300 clams in the red.
Ah, but you're soooo cute. I can't stay mad at you!
Love you! Mean it!
I'll just pick up some more shifts at Le Cocque Rouge. It'll be fine.
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