Never let your guard down!

Morning All!

So, now that I've had sometime to calm down and dwell, I can share. Always remember, a leopard can never change it's spots! It's amazing! Ursula is a dead ringer for my Mother-in-law!!!!

Yesterday after our couple's massage, we ended up at the in-laws. Lately, it's been tolerable for me to be in their presence. It must be the Zoloft masking the pain! One day a week, I like to go drug-free. No Blood pressure meds, no tripped out head meds, no Naproxen, no Vitamin, just herbal tea for whatever ails me. I know. Not good considering two of those meds are classified as life sustaining. But it's a quasi-detox day for me. So just let me have it okay!!!!! It's my vice like shoe shopping.

Anyway, I'm back on track now. We end up at the in-laws, and we visit for maybe two hours. It's going well. We watch Hubby and his brother play Trauma Center: Second Opinion... on Nintendo Wii. As idiotic as the concept of a video game based on Emergency Room situations, it's pretty interesting to watch. I'd buy it if I had a Wii! We tell them about the couple's massage we just finish having. The first thing Ursula says is "Oh, you went back to that girl. I thought you said she wasn't any good!!" I was livid! Not only is this "girl" the best MT that I have ever had, she is one of my good friends that I cherish deeply! I let the anger cool in me and didn't say a word. She continues, " It must be nice to be rich. To be able to afford a ritzy thing like massages. I wish I made enough money where I could just splurge on myself." Again, not only did she offend my belief in alternative medicine, she mocked us for our choice of how we celebrated our anniversary. The Bitch!!! The anger flashed in my eyes. I could see the little smirk in her face. The way she enjoyed belittling the event and my friend. How dare she. When most people can't even afford health care, she has the audacity to exploit people's weak nature by begging for money for a 50,000 dollar cancer treatment. Her third cancer treatment. You know, because regular ones you can get at a Kmart Blue light fucking special!!!!! Ugly fucking whore!!!! Die Bitch! Die fucking SCREAMING!!!!

I change the subject quickly before I rammed the wooden leg of the coffee table next to me through her chest and into her black non-beating heart. I talk about the chance to take the typing test for USPS while weighing the pros and cons. My mother-in-law must have been feeling better and less depressed about death because she sparked in with her nay-saying. "It's too far to travel. It's not worth the money. The job seems stupid and pointless. Why is our tax money going to support stupid jobs? Can you even type? It went on and on.

So I sort of changed the subject about one of my favorite rants, dumbass customers. I was discussing some of the idiotic return situations when she rudely interrupted me, and went on with a rampage about how we are committing a crime by putting returned/used books back on the shelves and selling them for the same price as new books. How she would never shop there because what we do is illegal. How even though she can't remember where she read it or exactly what it says, but she knows that in the state of Massachusetts, anything that leaves the store is used and should be repriced accordingly. The best is how she claimed she wants to notify the Better Business Bureau about it. When I explained we don't sell used books in the store, she yelled at me and said, "Yes you do! I saw it on line!" I continued telling her those are from independent sellers using the website as medium to list there used items. The store itself does not sell them. She went on about how that was false advertising, and how people think they are getting used books from our store when we are just throwing our name out for profit sake. I didn't even want to get in to that the store doesn't receive a profit from the purchase of used books. Maybe a sellers fee like Ebay, but not a profit. She went on and on about how much she knew about the inner workings of my bookstore even though she never worked there. Eventually, I changed the subject to Father's Day. She began another bitch session.

I tell ya. That woman cannot die fast enough. Why is the Goddess prolonging my agony? I must say, that whole incident was my fault. I let my shields down. I ridiculously believed that since death was walking down her driveway, she was taking an interest in me. What was I thinking? Leaving myself vulnerable to attacks. I must be like a Spartan again. Stick to known safe tactics. I knew I couldn't discuss anything in my life with her, but she seemed to be getting less cunty. Apparently it must have been gas.

I just needed to share that morsel of rancid pasta.

See talk to ya later on the battlefield,

The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well.

Joe Ancis

With or without religion, you would have good people doing good things and evil people doing evil things. But for good people to do evil things, that takes religion.

Steven Weinberg, quoted in The New York Times, April 20, 1999
US physicist (1933 - )

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