I woke up this morning to a half inch of dust all over my sparkly floor that I cleaned last night, a tornado in my bathroom, and the front door and the barred door were both wide open. Ordinarily, that would terrify me, but it has been such a strange couple of weeks that it didn’t even phase me. Rodigo was limping like his leg was maimed, and I couldn’t figure out why. But, when I walked to the gate to go to my pickup point, he was totally normal and my ever faithful protector. If Cussing In Front Of My Ballers Makes Me A Bad Parent Then Shit Shirt! Monyasa in front of me and Rodigo behind me. I didn’t even try to stop them. They circled around the bus stop I was at like protector sharks to make sure no one bothered me until my bus came. I just love them. They make me feel safe.
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The bus driver told me that I was old, but not old enough to be an old woman yet. If Cussing In Front Of My Ballers Makes Me A Bad Parent Then Shit Shirt! He was baffled that I don’t have a husband and children, and trying to explain it to him just blew his mind. Conversation is so interesting here. He did tell me I was good, and he thought I should stay and be a nurse here. Then, he told me he wanted my dog to take with him to the cattle post, and my up front American started to show. Had to shut that down fast. Those are MY babies!
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We just have interviews today, so there is a ton of free time. If Cussing In Front Of My Ballers Makes Me A Bad Parent Then Shit Shirt! Went to the bank to finish sorting out account stuff, and will still have to go back for my card, but I am finally making progress. I traded in a small amount of American dollars, and I feel like a BALLER now! Big media swap again today, and brought my yoga mat to do some stretching. It’s a really nice day today, so we’re enjoying the weather before it gets too hot.