I’m a hot cougar

In MY mind.

I convinced myself I needed a new hot dress for Vegas, so my friend CJ and I went out last night on search. She found a couple nice and/or dressy blouses for her and I found a dress that I actually like and looked halfway decent on me. But it was a size too small so I had another location hold the dress for me and Ginnie and I traipsed over there today.

Ginnie tried on a few things, but no luck for her. We wandered through a couple more stores and left the mall. She was starving so we went to the McDonalds across the street, passing a tweaker on the way in. Love this town, really. As we’re standing at the counter B.O Boy twitches in and stands behind me and I could barely finish ordering without breathing.

Ginnie says to me, “Mom, if I EVER do ANY drugs besides weed, slap the shit out of me okay?”

ABSOLUTELY.

I just don’t understand why anyone starts on these drugs. Have you ever seen a successful tweaker? Don’t you understand that EVERYONE turns out just like this guy?