Random Nonsense I Found in a Notebook That Was Too Good Not to Publish
I looked at her and said, “You’re not a horrible person. You’re just not a very good one.”
Too bad I didn’t have the good sense to stop there.
Nope. I kept going, as if the words on my tongue were suddenly free from their self-imposed bondage.
“I have all kinds of faith that if you hang around me long enough, some of my natural coolness is bound to jump on you and make you at least decent–something a little past ‘vomit in your eye disgusting’ and leaning more toward “aggravating but tolerable’.”
Of course, the last thing I wanted was for her to hang around me any more than she already did.
I’m reasonably sure a bolt of lightning barely missed me as soon as I got those words out of my mouth. It didn’t seem to matter. I felt better for having said them anyway, as if a big weight had suddenly been lifted off my life!
I decided to just go ahead and pray that God really did have a sense of humor.
It seemed funny to me. Nevermind the underlying bitterness and anger I could barely conceal. I was gleefully happy and giggling like a schoolgirl as I walked all the way back to my sinkful of dirty dishes.
The look on her face was priceless!
Realizing I had finally rendered her speechless was a joyous moment in my life, and a pivotal event in our relationship. It was a very good day, if I do say so myself.
