Unfortunately it appears that lack of attention upset Little Plucky, because last week he decided he was done sitting in the corner
crying over my pounding of his prized Lufthansa and came back for round two with a lumbering defense to my sleek takedown of AmEx Membership Rewards.
In a 3 month period of time [1] I came out of the closet with being Autistics [2] we bought and moved into a travel trailer because we had spent all of our money, and I was naive enough to tell everyone that we were now poor but so blessed and did not care because we now lived near our wonderful friends in the mountains [3] I was diagnosed with breast cancer and had a double mastectomy [4] swiftly bloated up 30
pounds, developed lizard skin, hair loss and was no longer cute and young looking for my age [5] meds made me
cry over anything and seemed to suck out all my brain cells [chemo brain is real]