Yesterday, Almost Perfect!
Yesterday...
Well, it was almost perfect. But, as we all know, the word 'almost' can pack quite a punch, now can't it?
After bitching about my useless Uncle, things started looking up. I watched a few episodes of Dexter, spent some time in the garden...and, you guessed it. I crocheted!
By the time evening had rolled around, I was completely OVER the whole thing, with my Uncle, and all was good, again. I was on the couch, with my mom, beside me, and my yarn, in my hands. I was busy, working away, on the wavy blanket. O' Christmas Tree, was the tune, for the night. I was happy!
Then, my neighbor came over.
Let me ask this, right now?
Is it ok, to HATE a friend? It is normal, to look at someone, you would call a friend, and, just for a moment, despise them, altogether. No...not just despise them...LOATHE THEM, WITH A COLD VENGEANCE!
My neighbor showed up, completely unannounced last night. And, apparently, she thought it would be fun, to bring her other half...the Miss BITCH!
"Oh hey!" I was truly happy to see her...at first. As the screen door slid open, and she walked in with a bouquet, for my mom, all was good. I offered a Smirnoff (which she accepted.)
"I was just working on my wavy blanket." That is where things went to hell.
"Don't you think tonight should be about your mother...not about you?" She said it, with such a cold, snooty tone. Her eyes narrowed, into little slits, that looked at me, as though I were scum.
WHAT THE HELL? God, don't you just love it, when people get all nasty with you, for no friggin reason? I know I enjoy the hell out of it. In fact, yesterday, I was sure I was wearing a paper sign, on my chest. YES...PLEASE RELEASE YOUR INNER BITCH, UPON ME!
I mean, I had done friggin nothing, to get the wrath that was put on me. My God...I just told her what I was doing. I put the yarn down, and wanted to storm out, of the living room, where the bitch had sat down, with her Smirnoff (that's the last booze I offer up.)
I wanted to tell her to take a friggin hike. Just get the HELL out...Oh, yeah, and take your bitchy half, with you?
For mom's benefit, I remained silent.
As soon as the neighbor from HELL left, I picked my yarn back up, and secretly hoped that I could go for a very long time, without seeing her again. Maybe she will move away. Here is to hoping.
Anyway....
I managed to get a few more rows, put on my wavy blanket, last night, before the show Modern Family came on. Naturally, as this show airs, the yarn goes away. You simply cannot crochet, when you are busy laughing your ass off.
As for today...
Well, this morning, I made coffee, and got yet another row finished. YAY! I AM KICKING ASS, in the yarn department.
And, as I was sipping my coffee, I prayed that I could avoid my neighbor today. And, if by chance, I cannot. Well...give me some Xanax. Because the very thought of her upsets the living hell, right out of me.
I hate people, who think they can be bitchy, for no reason. I mean, let's face it...she is no better than I am.
I have noticed something...
When I began working with yarn, the worst in people, was exposed. As I happily hook on, people around me, tend to think it is okay ,to take up residence in the horrible town of BItchVille.
What is up with that?
Well...I am off. Time to go work with my hook, and yarn. Maybe, if I am lucky, I can pull another hidden bitch, from the woodwork, as I work my way through the single stitches.
Happy crocheting!