I retract everything I wrote in the previous post.
No fireworks happened when S.O. met offspring of yours truly. True you could cut the tension with a knife-but no rudeness ensued. Polite remarks all around.
So why am I blogging when I have to drive 6 hours tomorrow to a small town in rural N.C.? No waiting till we get back to Shopping Mall USA for the emotional punching bag routine-let the games begin now.
Every time I think I have her figured out-I get kicked in the head.
“Lets just start hating each other now, skip the preliminaries, and avoid the Christmas rush.”
Know its all about ownership issues and resentments of other worlds, dogs and cats, Mars and Venus, fire and gasoline. O yea baby, tell me again Oriental women are submissive.
I’ve got property in the Everglades to sell you………………..
” But can’t we just all get along till Thursday?”
Welcome to the Jungle!
I recommend beer.
Thick air and polite, if forced, comments all round, is better than Katana at 2 paces 🙂
After reading through the last few posts, I concur with the good Commander’s recommendation…
Oh Good Lord, Brother. Beer’s the least of what’s called for. Stop over in the ATL on your way home and I’ll by the liquor of your choice, drive you around (and maybe even home) and then whatever else you need.
God’s Speed, Captain.
OAM
Yep, go with the hard stuff…Smirnoff works for me. Fucks ya up quick…
Na, I like being around till the end of the evening. No booze till Thurdsday though………..
Welcome to being in a place with weird liquor laws.
Beer for me!