By kiki
I walked out one early morning to fetch the newspaper, and I found the paper underneath one of the cars on the driveway. I had to get down on my hands and knees to get it and at 74 years of age that's not an easy task to do. I struggle getting up, and in doing so I ran out of breath. Connie saw me as I was trying to catch my breath as I walked inside the house.
"What wrong?" she asked me
I was still huffing and puffing as I told her how I had a hard time getting up after getting the paper from underneath the car.
"You're such a drama queen!" she said to me
Don't get no respect or sympathy from Connie that's for sure!
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