Silver Fox.

I've always wanted a silver fox coat( like the one here) and in 1985 when I went to Russia I actually did buy the silver fox fur hat  but sadly it was lost in the fire and even though we had $$$$ the coat at the time cost 5 K and my mother said she wasn't going to pay for it; that if I wanted something like that I'd have to pay for it myself so I got a job at Eatons to earn the $$$ but it was horrible and I only lasted 6 weeks so needless to say I never earned enough $$$( and instead got a fuzzy warm black plush jacket made of stuffed-toy material I named my Woobie coat for 90$) but still always longed for the silver fox. over the decades....and the ironic thing is I just recently realized that now I finally have enough $$$ saved up to be able to buy it at long last....except now I have nowhere to actually wear it as I hardly leave the house anymore or go out anywhere other than Wal-Mart  or medical app'ts, hardly the place to wear a fur coat. Before I went out places to wear it but didn't have the $$$ and now I have the $$$ but nowhere to wear it. Doesn't it figure? Plus now there's also the added risk now of animal-rights freaks spray-painting it or something and ruining it,too...Over the years I did eventually have a rabbit fur coat and a muskrat one which I did like but nothing ever compares to the majestic silver fox...

The 28 YR old also likes to walk into town dressed all flashy and "showy" with his classy designer duds and it worries me because the rednecks around here don't dress like that and it'll make him a target; that he'll get swarmed and robbed and even though he knows self-defence( which gives me some comfort) there's still no sense in "asking" for trouble, and it's just like when travelling as a tourist; you don't go around wearing flashy jewellery for the same reason; it makes you a target for thieves, and he said he wanted to buy his boss some ammunition for his Christmas gift too but didn't realize how difficult it was ( you need a license or else get it off the black market)unlike in USA where you can just walk into a Wal-Mart and buy a gun and he had me try this red syrup called grenadine he likes to put in orange juice too and he said it tastes like pomegranite( makes sense since the French word for pomegranite is grenade) only it didn't; it was just sickenly sweet and tasted like cough syrup! Yuck! He was also watching this movie I started watching with him as well where a gang was teaching a robot to be gangsta and instead of saying motherf*cker it got mixed up and kept saying f*ck mother  and it made me laugh.

My mother was also having French fries(seasoned wedge fries) for breakfast and I said, You're having fries for breakfast? and she goes, They're NOT 'fries"; they're seasoned potatoes! and I told her, That's what fries are; seasoned potatoes!  and for someone who once said that she's "not going to let diabetes rule her life" now sets a timer every hour( even during the night) to check her glucose(she's so paranoid it'll drop too low and yesterday it did go down to 2) she's become obsessed by it now, and now I started listening to Christmas music my hubby's now wearing a Christmas shirt each day as well and I heard this stupid commercial say There are bigger things than hockey...yeah...like everything; everything is bigger and more important than redneck hockey! Hockey is one of the most meaningless things there is, and on the news they also said dozens of Indigenous women were sterilized without their consent  during other medical procedures ; just when I think this shithole country can't possibly get any worse and I can't possibly hate it any more than I already do something like this comes along...Genocide. Hitler would be so proud.

I also saw a survey asking women What makes you fall in love with a man?and there were lots of replies and sadly most of them said good looks, money, power, etc. For me it's compassion, kindness, and a good heart. It made me sad to see how so many other women are just greedy, shallow, gold-diggers that just use people but don't actually care about them as a person or what's inside; what really matters. I also made up this for Buddy and I, a couple of old broken down old farts: crepitus for decrepit us.

“Wrong does not cease to be wrong because the majority share in it.” — Leo Tolstoy