this morning #88.

this morning, her grandmother called at an ungodly hour & started going on about absolutely nothing of import. grandpa was insisting that butter didn’t need to be kept in the fridge. a group of teenagers had started hanging out at the end of the cul-de-sac. margaret from church had developed a nasty rash on her face. then she revealed the reason for her call—she was suddenly concerned about her oldest granddaughter’s continued lack of a life partner. when would god finally bring her true love? as she did her best to clear the sleep from her head, she guaranteed grandma that it wasn’t for lack of trying. hell, there was somebody in bed with her right now.