Chico Buller
Washing Up
I have an old friend who used to live in our area, and moved about 75 miles away.
In one breath I say "old friend," and in the next breath I regret he didn't move even farther away.
Now, you might find this odd coming from me who can actually quote the proper etiquette for knife fighting, but he has no social skills. He cannot read the moods of people in the room, he stays up very late, and once in your home he will not go away. When I hear he's coming, I resent it, and even make excuses if possible.
I haven't seen him in a while, he has knives here that need service, and I do owe him a visit. However, on any other Sunday I would have slept late, gone to the gym and then ridden my Harley. Now I'm sitting here watching the driveway. Even the mutts sense I'm not very happy.
My wife's health is on and off, and for the moment she feels fine. She's out running errands with my SIL. But like most folks, she over does it when on a high, and I know she'll play herself out later today. Then she'll try to be a good host when I know she feels ill and my friend won't go home.
He's bringing his POSILQ, and she doesn't have any more sense than he does. You could hit her with a 2x4 and I doubt you'd get her attention, although I feel like trying it at times.
Instead of happily being on the highway, I'm pacing in my house grumbling and googling "voodoo dolls." Now granted, I live a tad different that most folks here, but what do you do when you're roped into an impossible situation?
In one breath I say "old friend," and in the next breath I regret he didn't move even farther away.
Now, you might find this odd coming from me who can actually quote the proper etiquette for knife fighting, but he has no social skills. He cannot read the moods of people in the room, he stays up very late, and once in your home he will not go away. When I hear he's coming, I resent it, and even make excuses if possible.
I haven't seen him in a while, he has knives here that need service, and I do owe him a visit. However, on any other Sunday I would have slept late, gone to the gym and then ridden my Harley. Now I'm sitting here watching the driveway. Even the mutts sense I'm not very happy.
My wife's health is on and off, and for the moment she feels fine. She's out running errands with my SIL. But like most folks, she over does it when on a high, and I know she'll play herself out later today. Then she'll try to be a good host when I know she feels ill and my friend won't go home.
He's bringing his POSILQ, and she doesn't have any more sense than he does. You could hit her with a 2x4 and I doubt you'd get her attention, although I feel like trying it at times.
Instead of happily being on the highway, I'm pacing in my house grumbling and googling "voodoo dolls." Now granted, I live a tad different that most folks here, but what do you do when you're roped into an impossible situation?
