My days never look normal, do they? That’s okay. I love my days! One of the best things about being a single independent woman is that you don’t have to answer to anybody. For instance, I can bring home a gigantic house dog and not ask anybody for permission! And I can have man friends, and do things with men, without worrying about what anybody thinks! I actually spend most of my time anymore around men. Men know how to do stuff. Anyway, today, my friend Jerry met up with me at the farmers market where I was getting apples and I hopped in his car so he could take me to Harbor Freight. I’ve never been there, and he was going to help me pick out a trickle charger for my generator. With a trickle charger, I won’t have to worry about the battery, which makes the push-button start work, ever going dead on me. Winter, how prepared am I for you, let me count the ways. I bought a trickle charger, then I wanted to swing by Wal-Mart so I could get a baby gate, aka dog gate, to keep Gwennie from going upstairs during the day. At night, she sleeps at the foot of my bed and I want her there. But in the daytime, I want her to stay downstairs. I knew Jerry’s car was little, but ack.
It was like being in prison! And this was the ONLY way to get that baby gate into that car! (The trunk is tiny. It laughed at the baby gate.) Thank God it wasn’t that far back to the farmers market (and my Explorer)!