Got gas?

   If you don't, it may be a good time to get some gas because I saw it went down to $3.37 today around my part of Springfield.  I felt a little like a voodoo woman when I saw the price had gone down after I complained about it yesterday.  Maybe I should complain about more stuff and see what happens.  I never win the Mega Millions and I really should.  Right now my income is selling plasma and the two pennies I found on the street, and that doesn't go very far.  So here goes:  I am officially complaining that I never win the lottery, and I think it's my turn to win.  I did buy a ticket today.  We'll see if my voodoo woman mojo works.
   Speaking of the lottery, did yall hear about that poor Arkansas woman that found a million dollar winning scratcher ticket in the trash and now a judge says she wasn't entitled to the winnings and has to give the money back?  Seems to me trash is trash and most people are just glad to get rid of it.  I feel bad for the gal, she's already spent over $200 thousand and there's no way she can pay that back.  The lesson here is:  don't tell the truth.  If you find something valuable in the trash or on the street, lie about it.  So please, don't tell anyone about the two pennies I found today, okay?!
   Nothing much exciting or crazy happened in my world today.  I got turned down by another agent to represent my memoir, then I turned right around and sent out another query letter to a new one.  Guess that's kind of crazy to keep trying when I keep getting told "no," huh?  Then I rode around the block on my pin-tail longboard Pinkie tonight.  And I didn't fall off once.  Once I get the feel of my skate-legs again, I do fine.  Maybe to my neighbors it looks pretty crazy for a 49-year old woman (don't tell anyone my age, either!) to be riding a pink skateboard in overall shorts and plaid cap-toed sneakers, but it feels just right to me.  Come to think about it, living on plasma money and found pennies, trying to be a writer when I keep getting turned down, and riding a skateboard at my age does seem pretty crazy, doesn't it?  I guess my entire life be crrr-azy then.  Seems like I picked the right title for my blog after all.
   Have a great crazy evening, Yall!