A recent dream:
My Ex-Husband and I were roaming the shopping mall looking for a gift for his wonderful wife. We peruse the shops while talking about our growing daughter. He finally finds the perfect thing and I wait for him to check out.
We leave the mall and he offers me a ride home and while in his truck, he brings up a troublesome topic by asking "Why do you let your husband talk to you like that in front of our daughter?"
"I don't know," I reply. "It's best just to let him rant and not fight in front of her."
"I want to like my future Son-in-Law, " Mr. Blast From The Past asserts, "don't teach her to pick out a jerk! I don't want to have to kick any one's @$$!"
My ex hands me a bag and tells me that it's a gift for my current spouse. I peek inside to see a wad of white canvas.
"It's what he's going to have if he's not nicer to you," he grins.
"What the heck is it?" I dig it out from the bag and unfold it slowly.
It was an empty wallet.
I'm pretending to be everything the gossips in my life say I am in the hopes that I can create some kind of believable fictional character. The things I write about are based on the gossip and some of my life experiences. After five years, the only thing I've learned from this experience is that I can be quite the Trickster....thus the name of the blog. Love ya!
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