oh woes is me oh i am woe oh woe. Whoa!

I mentioned my Dragon awhile back. My Dragon, (oh really?). I lived in a Barbie Doll House when I first moved to Florida. 612 square feet. It was magical. I had to scoot to the end of my Hyde-a-bed to get into the bathroom at night. The hall to the back door was my closet and I converted the dark room into a kitchen. There was a double door to the front of the house that I would open wide when it rained. There were two masterful Oaks, right out the front door with a huge round wooden table set between them. ROUND. A two-burner stove top, microwave, toaster oven and the cutest almost refrigerator I've ever seen, culminated my culinary equipment. Not a dorm model, this one came to my chin....so cute. I spent my very first ever all alone for Thanksgiving/Christmas in my cute little house. That was magic too. This house was a hobby shop on my best friend's Mom's place and she said I could put a kitchen in it and stay as long as I needed to. Double edge there because my friend/her son had HIV and was expected to live there when the time came for him. I was proud and pleased to be able to help also by getting that little hobby shop, livable.

Best laid plans......oh oopsie. I just don't always understand stuff. My Dragon eats rose thorns like they are candy. He loves them. I know this because there was a day I needed roses. That day, right after I had cried myself to sleep. For my very soul they were in my home. I was already a bit wounded so with great care and kindness I snipped every thorn tip from every stem. I had all these rose thorns in the palm of my hand. Palm spread wide, oh no wonder, I took myself to the front porch and looked up the hill at the Nasty Ogre's Hovel. I tossed the thorns and I didn't cry anymore. Well, needless to say.........yes of course, My Dragon showed up. I have always referred to him as My Dragon but truth be told.......I am his pet. I know you are not going to believe my luck but the next best thing My Dragon likes to eat after rose thorns is.........Ogres.

Ah kind gentile people, this heart wrenching tale of woe and weirdness of around the year 2000 comes to the light of day now because I will have lunch with the Ogress, tomorrow.

film at 11:00.