Bob replied insisting that the scents are “correct” and to go ahead and cancel with the company we made the money order out to because he never did find it. I just ignored him, and as I said before, it serves him right to lose some money after how long I waited and what with the fuck-ups involved. Meanwhile, unfortunately we can’t simply cancel the money order and get our money back.

If the trial with SOS proves to be a bust, I’ll be out of variety, but not smells. I can always get perfumes, those scent cartridges, and other things, all without having to play mail games.

An old pickup with a shell in back I’ve never seen before was next door. I only got a quick glimpse of the driver who seemed to be a young woman with long brown hair. A few minutes later, she left with Bev following in her car. Meanwhile, we’re going to go to Walmart tomorrow night and hope the animals aren’t here earlier.

If I were smart, I’d stay here till he was 55, then have us rent a duplex in a retirement community in California, since I’m still afraid to go rural or own a house just to have to leave it in a few years and come back here or to some other city.