Long winter’s eve

At Penny’s I sit on couch covered with an electric blanked and afghans and two older kitties,

In all my clothes,

Buried on a ground level couch,

Little people would hate!

I always wonder why people give crap,

This applies to hand me down clothes stretched out,food bought on trips tripled,not loved donated to the local food bank as a tax write off,

People on canes or walkers when we sit on low things we are bound,

Not in a good way like in the movie Bound,

More stuck,

I have to slide across the thing ,

Get a butt cheek on a straight back chair, Penny bought at a second hand store so we both can sit in her front room, Penny can’t sit on the couch,one time she sat down it was a worry if she’d rise again,

Then maneuver by hands and stand,

Hoping I don’t crash when I fall over,

Rising is no longer easy after you survive being struck by a car,

On a ten speed bike at fifty,in two o eight,

The couch is not a kindness,

Its got written all over it this cost to much to have towed away Enjoy!

And the card attached would say,

Your a good friend,

Translation :Chump!