Classy Hobo Wannabe

My mother is coming to the rescue once again. She is flying in tonight to be here for all of my appointments tomorrow, just incase I faint or die or swallow my own tongue or something. You know, all the usual stuff. I am glad. It might be a more pleasant stay for her since I can move and eat and breathe all on my own now. I will be around to be the mom and all that jazz. It should lighten up her load a little while she is here to help me. That is assuming I can keep all of my organs and bodily functions in order and stay out of the h*spital. I definitely need to walk outside more and having three adults in the house allows for that late night stroll up and down the street. I can't walk at night alone. Swamp Thing or Jason or The Boogie Man would get me.

I really should try to get her over to at least see the beach this time around. She was here for nine weeks and didn't see the ocean once. Imagine going back to freezing your ass off in Ohio with that kind of disappointment.

I need some new clothes. I have come to the conclusion that I can only get away with wearing my gray sweat pants out of the house for so many occasions and then I start to feel like I am dressed like a hobo or something. And I seriously need to get my hair done and my eyebrows waxed. I am looking pretty unkept. I guess I could just wear my brown corduroy bucket hat until my hair grows out. It would finish off my hobo outfit quite nicely. I wonder if it is okay for hobos to wear diamonds or drive Jaguars while wearing their hobo garb though. They probably at least put on their good bibbed overalls for that. Speaking of which I really need to pick up a new pair of bibs from GAP or RL.

Posted by gwendolyn on January 06, 2003 at 05:14 PM