posted on Apr, 17 2012 @ 11:43 PM
The man in my life is a really great guy. He has a little place deep, deep in the dark woods. North from here. Sometimes we go there. He thinks we are
going to move there “when TSHTF”. Maybe we will do so. I like it. It is very cozy and he has lots of important supplies there. There is just one
thing about it that bothers me. There is this nasty old van that is outside the _ I don’t know why its there.
I made many verbal helpful reminders, but they don’t make him so happy. So I put the notes about it on the refrigerator sometimes. He doesn’t like
to talk about it, but sometimes he does. When he does he says something very quiet (dictionary: “mumble”) about “spare parts” or “just in
Just in case what
Sometimes I wish there was some better way than refrigerators and mumble talking to let him know how I feel…
Maybe there is?