Teela Hart

Surviving Domestic Violence


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Got A Sumbeero! No, A Sombrero


There’s just no other way to start this conversation than to first thank those who were there to support me through my long, thunder-filled night.  I appreciate the hell outta that.  I mean it!  You were my sunshine in the moonless night.  🙂

Today I set out to go straight to South of the Border.  I knew there’d be sunshine there; without doubt and Pedro.  I haven’t seen him in ages.  He hasn’t changed much, he’s had more than one facelift, his face looks frozen!

South of the Border

Don't he look plastic to you?  And a little blurry, could be the free beero.  Not.

Don’t he look plastic to you? And a little blurry, could be the free beero. Not.  I don’t get that ’til tomorrow!

 

But, not 'til tomorrow!

Jeez!

Of course the very first thing I did was pay Pedro a little visit, after finding out I wouldn’t get the free beer ’til tomorrow!

I decided to sit hat his feet.  Have a convo.  You know.

I decided to sit at his feet. Have a convo. You know.

Then I thought twice about that shit.  Never sit at a man's feet.  WTF was I thinkin'?

Then I thought twice about that shit. Never sit at a man’s feet. WTF was I thinkin’?

Besides. My next husband?

Let's face it.  There won't be a next husband.

Let’s face it. There won’t be a next husband.

 

 

My next stop was the pot, because I had to pee, from all the free beer, I had tomorrow.

free potI carefully approached, as well I should and much to my chagrin.

The first two stalls were pot free!

The first two stalls were pot free!

The third stall is where I found all the pot heads!

Pot heads. No mop heads. Too much beer from tomorrow!

Pot heads.
No mop heads.
Too much beer from tomorrow!

But there were plenty of sinks to piss in Lance.

Finally a sink to piss in!

Finally a sink to piss in!

For all the cheap assholes!

cheap assholesI just have to end this post.

I love y’all.

Thanks for droppin’ by.

Besides, I started this post yesterday and it is now tomorrow and it’s time for some………. Smirnoff.

I’m out.

I almost forgot.  I got a hand job!   My new Peace ring (Adjustable) In black and white to hide the wrinkles.

I almost forgot. I got a hand job!
My new Peace Mood ring (Adjustable)
In black and white to hide the wrinkles.

Adios Amigos.

I out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Be My Valentine: Ba Humbug


I hate Valentine’s Day because:        

Media tries to pressure you into spending copious amounts of money in order to procure a perfect Valentine’s Day gift.

Money

Money

2.       Valentine’s Day sucks

       Merchandisers drool over the ridiculous amounts of cash that will roll in.

Drool

Drool

4.       Valentine’s Day sucks

       Women dream of roses, cards and confections they probably will not get.

Candy

Candy

6.       Valentine’s Day sucks

    Women secretly hope they will get that two-carat rock that never materializes.

diamonds

diamonds

8.       Valentine’s Day sucks

       Guys break up with Gals so they do not have to buy a Valentine’s Day gift.

Breakup

Breakup

This one does not get a number

Valentines-Day-Sucks

If you have someone to love, you prove your love to him or her every day.  You do not need one special day just to be sure.

loving couples

loving couples

PS:  This post was not made under duress.

I have a lover.

love wallpaper

love wallpaper