Every Twenty Four Years
When I was six, I got super fed up with my parents, with my life, with everything. I was mad as hell. I wasn’t going to take it anymore.
So I packed my favorite stuffed animals and sweaters into my Strawberry Shortcake suitcase, strapped on my roller skates and broke the news to my Mom….
…who promptly fixed me a sandwich, patted me on the ass and wished me good luck.
I don’t remember how long I stayed away. I remember finding a place to eat my sandwich and throwing myself a pity party.
Apparently, I go through this every twenty four years.
I’m planning an escape. Just for a few days.
Twenty four years later, I have a much nicer suitcase and a car in lieu of roller skates.
Also, there will be no pity party. Just some general hiding out, picture-taking and writing and maybe some wine drinking. Also, air conditioning.
Anyone wanna make me a sandwich and pat me on the ass? 
6 comments
*pat pat* Have a great escape, Cat.
How about a virtual sandwich? Want an ebook to go? I can do that.
email me, sweetie. Free is good and I’ll donate to the pity party.
writerjenleeland@yahoo.com
Jennifer Leeland´s last [type] ..Welcome
Just found your scribblings, what a gluttonous feast of good writing.
I heart Cat.
I will make you a sammitch and smack ya on the ass whenever you need it.
Good luck escaping…and have a blast. I make a mean peanut butter and fluff ;-P
Jolene´s last [type] ..“God always leads us to where we need to be- not where we want to be”
Consider the sandwich made and the ass-pat had.
Kim´s last [type] ..Random Thoughts
Seems like you should be careful what you wish for with this crew, you just might get it! Enjoy your escape, you deserve it.
Have a good time… where are you disappearing to?
nuttycow´s last [type] ..Dealing with the return
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