Friday Madness
The day hasn’t even started for me and yet, I dread walking out of my very own door. It started at 4:30 am, when I’m about to head downstairs to grab some paperwork that I had left in my car. I opened my door to go outside and I felt something hit my midsection and then heard it flop on the floor. “Sorry, ma’am!” My paperboy is a quicker-dropper-offer and does his job well. But, today it was different. I just looked at him with one eye opened and said, “I hate being called ma’am.” Whatever happened to the days of being called “Miss” and “young lady”. Those days are sucked right down the drain. I grabbed my newspaper, which is more like mierde put together in a bundle of misspelled and fragmented sentences for the locals to be 'in the know' about their neighborhood happenings. Their press should really pass out "Hooked on Phonics" for all of their employees. A couple of hours later, I start making breakfast for Madelene. I figured I’d make her a couple of e...