Guess I spoke too soon when I yesterday blogged that Red Light had lost interest in bugging me for photos because, as I was dressing for this morning’s workout, I received this.
I should have changed that last part from "What do you do with them when I send to you" to "Why do you need me to do that?", but I didn't take time to think my reply through.
Receiving no immediate response, as I continued to dress, I began smiling.
Why do I always do that (smile) when I know I’ve called someone on their bull crap and sense their emotional upset?
It’s kind of sadistic of me, and I could almost see Red Light squirming around, trying to come up with a good reason for why she needed the photos.
I guess she’s still trying to come up with an answer because, after this morning’s workout, I changed clothes, headed for bingo in the Community Room, arriving once again before Hell on Wheels could claim my preferred seat.
Red Light said nothing about the message she’d sent, nor reply in person, did not even remind me to send the photos I was taking at the time. So, unless and until she comes up with a good reason, she won’t be getting the photos from last week she requested, nor will she get the ones I took today.
Probably not even if she does manufacture a reason, as she can get what she wants from the website.
Stay tuned for the next installment of Boots and Braids pissing folks off where viewers learn if Red Light ever responded, how she responded, how close Red Light is to getting on Shirley's last nerve and being told to take and post the photos her damn self.
Today was my lucky day, as I won a game early on and chose a wooden backscratcher.
What made me choose that item from the prize table was, night before last, as I got in bed, my back began to itch. I couldn’t reach the spot that itched with my hand, so I reached over, got the knife I keep on the nightstand for protection, scratched my back with it while hoping I didn’t accidentally stab myself.
I took my button jar but didn't have to use buttons today because one of the Baker's daughters, here on vacation from Florida, attended the last bingo, saw we almost ran out of supplies and left us a gift before she returned to DeSantis country — two bags of chips she ordered off Amazon.
Heading back to my unit after bingo, I stopped by the mail center and ran into the guy that moved into the bad energy unit.
"How are things going. How do you like living here?" asked I.
"It's very quiet", said he.
Quiet is good. Means items inside are not levitating on their own or, like I last said, maybe he's not yet noticed.