Apparently my lips are moving…
…but no sound is coming out.
Because something I pointed out succinctly and directly was completely ignored. Egocentrism at its terrible-twos fineness, but stretched out for years and years.
I shouldn’t let it get to me, but it does. Dammit.
October 15th, 2012 at 8:36 am
Of course it does! You’re not an automaton.
You need a spa day. In the Alps.
Picture it: your masseur’s name is Gabriel and he looks like an angel. If angels have square jaws and six packs. After Gabe makes every taut muscle loose you sit in a jacuzzi with a drink of your choice. Where you go from there is up to you.
Yes, I lead a rich fantasy life.
October 15th, 2012 at 4:37 pm
Damn, Pam, it’s richer than Croesus! You go, girl! Just don’t take Gabriel with you.
October 15th, 2012 at 8:41 pm
Nah, he’s all yours…
October 16th, 2012 at 4:19 am
I usually go for Pedro the cabana boy because he also brings drinks. I’ll share Pedro with you for a bit. I want him back though!
October 17th, 2012 at 7:38 pm
When this happens, I usually say something like, “Evidently they were tone deaf to the sound of my voice…” Always pisses me off. Always.
October 19th, 2012 at 5:04 am
Clearly, you simply need to speak LOUDER.
October 21st, 2012 at 11:13 am
Pam: Thank you! You’re a sweetie!
DG: Hey, Girl!!! I haven’t ‘seen’ you in ages, and then when I do, you offer a cabana boy!!!! You are a gem!
Bou: The youngest of the four kids has learned all the bad habits of the older three, without seeing the good habits they had to keep out of trouble. *sigh*
Cheeze: Oh, I can be pretty loud (I once quieted hundreds of elementary students just by saying ‘FREEZE!!!!!!’ True story). It’s when I get very, very soft-spoken that they KNOW the line that should never be crossed has been reached.