Bad Wires in Saint-Denis
People are upset I am calling Bruce an "idiot savant," and they haven't looked that up. He understands many technical things on sight! His legs are full of scars from old accidents, his feet and hands are horny, his nails never cut. I am actually doing it myself. He never seems to have had much care. Shame on you! I think he's going back to a collapsing, toxic country, and yet he will go back refreshed, with two months of France given. True, he's breaking and throwing out things, and I've been robbed several times while he's been here -- he seems to let people take things and walk out, even while I am here! -- but I believed someone who told me he is "okay," so my bad. Nothing to be done about it. Jesus teaches us love and mercy. I am sorely tried, however. Just by selling a piece of broken jewelry yesterday, gold has become so valuable, my clocks were cleaned and restored, and other repairs were made at a local jeweler. Whoever got my collection of gold, silver, platinum, gems and various heirlooms and other jewelry must be celebrating. Feh. They are hidden in several places and I still have some, but I kept noticing the armoire was unlocked. Bruce cannot seem to remember to lock it. I just woke up sick -- he had the windows closed and a mosquito repellent running all night in an electrical outlet! I feel poisoned. God give me strength . . . copyright 2010 Lisa B. Falour, BS, MBA all rights reserved LISA, INC. (EURL) cutecatfaith.com Saving Nikes Dunk High
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