Crankypants
I am feeling really crabby this week....been boozing too much and not getting enough sleep and scraping plates at the Scottish Rite...and having to tell the boys over and over I have no money for whatever it is they are mewling for. I started an essay on them this morning entitled "My Children Were Given A Lifetime Supply of Little Bastard Kits At Birth."
So last night, someone made the mistake of saying that something I said was "silly talk." Mind you,he didn't say I was silly, but something in the things he had been saying to me prior to that were irritating me. I was hungover, cranky, my hair was vibrating and I had just before crawling into bed next to this person noticed his dirty drawers on the bathroom floor..where they can always be found. So after he made the mistake of thinking outloud instead of just waiting quietly til the beast was lulled into an uneasy snore...I laid there a bit mulling a comeback.
"Just for the record," I said, winding up. "I am a lot of things. You can call me a drunk, a bitch, a bad driver, a spendthrift, and a poor loser. But one thing I am not is silly. Just for the record."
"Are you mad at me?" he said surprised.
"Oh no," I said. "Just clearing that up."
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I can be. If he had said I was the most elegant and intelligent creature on the planet I still woulda come out from under my rock like a troll.
You sir are quite silly tho.