Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Which made me laugh.
Today, I had a stack of things that I needed to take to Haze’s mother at her dog rescue and adoption center.
After talking with Desi last night, she and I had planned to run over there after she got out of school to not only help/volunteer, but to test out the products with the dogs and cats.
Over the last week, I’d gotten very close to Desi.
I liked her a lot as a person, and she was incredibly smart and outgoing.
She was a lot like her dad, but not.
She was happy and go-lucky. She had not a care in her perfect little world since she’d moved out of her mother’s house.
She also adored what I did and wanted to be like me.
Honestly, it might be kind of nice to get some help.
Making this a two-woman job would make my life infinitely easier.
There were only so many products I could test in a day and still have a life.
When I’d brought it up to Haze—her helping me—he’d shrugged and said, “As long as she’s not the face of the blog, and you are, I’ll be happy. I’d like to keep her anonymous as long as I can. The internet is a crazy place.”
Dressed, I headed out of the bedroom—that was beginning to really grow on me—and headed to the guest bedroom that was opposite the master where I kept all of the products that needed tested.
And since I’d taken nearly a week off after the incident, there was a lot.
But Desi and I had spent some time in here last night gathering all of the animal products, and I’d be bringing those with me since we had a lot packed in before we picked her up early from school since they only had a half day today.
After I had the box, I headed into the kitchen to find Haze fully dressed, and edible.
He was wearing a pair of jeans, work boots, a black long-sleeved tee, and a Carhartt jacket.
It wasn’t a new Carhartt jacket, either. You could tell that he’d had it for years and years.
I smiled as I walked toward him and said, “That’s a nice jacket.”
His eyes twinkled as he said, “You can’t have it. It’s my only one.”
I snickered. “I would never steal a jacket from you, Haze.”
He patted me on the butt as I leaned up to grab a coffee cup out of the cabinet next to the one he was leaning on and said, “Sure you don’t. If that’s the case, what happened to my favorite Cowboys sweatshirt?”
“That one wasn’t my fault. It was really soft,” I defended myself.
“That’s right.” He snickered. “And the black Titans one?”
There was a squeak, and we both turned around to see Desi walking into the kitchen wearing it.
“That one for sure wasn’t me,” I replied indignantly.
“It’s really soft,” Desi admitted, running her hands over the front.
Haze threw his hands up and said, “Of course it is.”
“We need to run by Walmart at some point today, because I’m almost out of tampons, and my period is due today or tomorrow.”
“Oh, same,” I agreed with Desi. “I have a half of a box, but they’re all regular and lite.”
“Same.” Desi scrunched up her nose. “I guess I don’t have to go with y’all if you can make sure Dad gets the right ones. I don’t like anything but the sport ones because the others feel weird. Dad buys the cheapest ones.”
“I like buying the non-toxic ones,” I said. “Have you tried them? The other ones are said to be related to some things I’d rather not consider.”
“No.” She frowned. “But I’m willing to try anything. I’ve heard all about the toxicity of tampons on TikTok. I guess I just thought they were all bullshit.”
“Actual studies have come out and shown that some tampons have carcinogens in them that cause you to have longer periods, and just sayin’, but periods suck. If I could have less time with them, then I’m more than willing to switch to a different brand to accomplish that.” I laughed.
“On that note,” Haze said. “I’d love to get out of here so you’re not late for school, and your principal gets on my ass and tells me that you’re only a few tardies away from truancy.”
“That was all mom’s fault,” she fumed. “I can’t tell you how many times I had to ‘run a quick errand for her before school’ that ended up making me late. If first period wasn’t so easy for me, I’d have failed it.”
“You should’ve told me,” Haze grumbled as he walked toward the garage door where yet another loaner vehicle was waiting for us.
I patted Desi’s shoulder, grabbed my box and my to-go cup of coffee all doctored up to perfection, and walked out behind Haze.
He had the car started and the back hatch open for me.