Yesterday’s shenanigans are re-posted and will remain up for all of eternity.
Stories revolving around a similar theme continue to fester and multiply like sea monkeys in warm water. I am amazed. And when I am not busy being amazed, I am appalled.
I’m also not sorry anymore. Yesterday was a cake-walk compared to today. This woman’s boundless energy for vulturing over the cauldron and stirring the pot should be bottled and sold to bleary-eyed truckers.
“Having a bad day?” Asked a friend from benefits when she caught me storming into the bathroom a third time to cry and gnaw on my fist.
“Yes. I’m a complete baby and came in here to grow up for a minute.” (Hiccup, snort and sob).
She was also having a bad day. Someone had stolen her car keys so now she has to change the locks on her house, car and coordinate with her fiance on getting places until they can stop hiding the car in the garage.
Hm, yep. That’s annoying. She’s a total amateur, but you can’t tell that to people in the throes of a bad day. It’s a sliding scale.
“Tomorrow’s Friday the 13th!” She giggled as I threw my shoulders back and opened the door to leave. “Maybe we’re getting it all out of the way today!”
Mmmmaybe, but I remain skeptical.
“You have a very young energy, or something.” Said a friend earlier tonight, trying to back-paddle after expressing shock at learning that I was older than 4 and actually legally permitted to operate an automobile. And was also old enough to drink the awesomely generous portion of wine that had just been placed in front of me.
“Not for long, the life-force is getting sssssssucked right out of me.” I found a gray hair this morning. Growing out of my FACE. Even my body doth protest.
“Yeah, but you can smile about it, so that’s something, right?”
“I have a sick sense of humor.”