Waiting for a fresh start

Because going downtown TERRIFIES me and throws me into an instant panic attack (and I have no idea why), a friend will go with me.  He's been there lots of times, knows his way around, and will drive.  (He hates my driving.  Apparently the rush of being on death's door doesn't appeal to him.)  In turn, I will help him move when the time comes.  See - I loves me the barter system.

Mike's been...well, Mike.  he's already missed  a dose, called me hollering and being generally nasty, and set off a ton of triggers. (Actually the first time he told ME to call HIM and answered the phone with a 'WHAT???"  Yeesh.)  Yeah, not much is going to change with the dynamics.

Anyway...  So once i get downtown and get the paperwork i need, I can get social services, and hopefully get out from under this CRAPPY FEELING that I have had lately.

But wait...what's that, you ask?  I AM HOT!  No, not hot flashes.  Apparently there's something in the air here in WNY.  I don't mean snow.  I have no idea what it is.  But there are guys who like me.  (And no, still so very NOT interested, but I haven't felt lovable in a very long time.  So it's nice.)  Heck, even the kid behind the counter at Timmy Ho's (local coffee place) was flirting with me BIG TIME.  While I could be his cougar mom, I thought it was cute...and sweet...and hey, he was pretty cute himself. He flirted with me to the extent that his female coworker kicked him. Heh.

The girls and I did a Spa Night.  Pulled out bins to soak our feet, nail polish with which to pretty our nails, and the make up box of stuff we almost never wear.  Just for shits and giggles I hookerfied myself.  I was hookerlicious!!  (I rarely wear more than eyeliner and mascara, so I didn't have far to go.  LMAO!)

So....  yesterday was better.  Today Mike got paid, so I feel a bit of weight off knowing that I can actually go buy some groceries and pay the mortgage (and then be back to my normal broke state).  It helps.

Money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure takes some of the pressure off.  I don't need much extra...just as long as the bills are getting paid and we have the basics.  Momma raised me right.