It’s Poosky

I saw Alf walking down the street today. I also saw a wee little princess with a little pointy hat and veil. Also, assorted witches, vampires and hos.

So, I have a problem with a person I know and here’s the problem: she’s a freak. About two months ago, we were sort of kicking around the idea of going on a trip in December and I wasn’t that enthused about it because we’d really rather buy furniture than go to the tropics for three days. Anyway, this friend sent me a travel itinerary for her trip to London. No other info. Just her flight times.

I, of course, smelling bullshit emailed her back and said something like, “going on a trip?” and, perhaps, I asked if it was for work or play. I finally got the story out of her but it was worse than going to the dentist and having to listen to the drill.

Being a good friend, I emailed her this Monday and asked about the trip since I knew she returned over the weekend (what with the itinerary in my email and all I was a freaking expert on when she returned). I have heard nothing about the trip. But, I did get a FoxNews story emailed to me about how dumping soot into clouds may stop hurricanes. This is an old and incredibly tiring conversation she continues to have with me/us (the better-half got the email too and he responded with some scientific geekery). I don’t give a fig about dissipating hurricanes unless, of course, we could also figure out how to have weekly rain, but only rain between the hours of midnight and 5am. My apologies to all the shift workers out there.

I did not respond to the hurricane story because, quite frankly, I asked her about her trip and the flights, etc. and the response was a news clip on hurricane thwarting. This ties together nicely with the email response to my “are you ready for your trip” email about a big fat shark someone caught.

In full disclosure she did send some post cards while gone and so I guess that’s enough chatting about the trip. However, it still pisses me off about the constant teeth-pulling aspect of my relationship with her. I get so sick of having to carry the whole conversation, getting together details, etc. Then, when she deigns it, she’s completely chatty and engaging.

I guess my costume for tonight is the Grinch.

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