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Christmas underwear and therapy

My daughter and I were folding clothes.

My daughter-you know I have almost all Christmas underwear. Santa, ho ho ho, wreaths, red and green stripes. And you know it’s not Christmas.
Me-yep, I know
Me-do you know why?
My daughter-yes, we go to old navy right after Christmas and the Christmas underwear is like a buck for a package.
Me-yep, that’s right.
My daughter-you know that’s not how other people do it.
Me-yep, I know
My daughter-that’s just one of the reasons I’ll need therapy
Me-yep, I know.


I need more than lunch I’m thinking I need therapy

Just ate at a little sub shop. They didn’t give me napkins. No fork. No dressing. They don’t serve that? Cashier was rude. I tossed my rubbish away and set my plate on the counter. The cashier rudely said “give me the plate, don’t leave it there!” The owner asked me how was everything as I was leaving. I always avoid conflict! I responded it was good. Now I dislike myself even more than I disliked that sandwich.