Wednesday, January 26, 2011

A New Misadventure

My exhusband and I used to get into all sorts of fun trouble. We called them misadventures. One time, we had to run from his partner's mama so we ended up escaping through a back window into the back 40 of her property, dodging shot gun bullets and jumping over fences with the mama screaming out in her okie accent, "You better not come back to my property ever again!" I was scared shitless. I was, of course, the innocent bystander but the woman really had no intentions to check my papers. She just wanted everyone out of her house. I had no idea we weren't supposed to be there but when that 300 pound woman (mostly muscle) came out with a shot gun and anger in her eyes, I thought I would just run like the others. It just seemed like a good idea at the save my ass. Those days are long gone and now I have bigger and better things to do with my time.

So I am just informing my dear readers, that I am beginning to embark on a new misadventure. One, that no doubt, will involve scary beings, more powerful than that toothless 300 pound pissed off okie. Except this time, I will not be the innocent bystander and the scary being MIGHT JUST BE ME.