Closet Extremist

deedle-deedle dee dee

So. If you hadn't guessed by the post title, today is/was my birthday. For the most part it sucked. I had to work from 7 until 4 today, then when I got off work (just as my roommate was coming in), I had to get the RMD (Roommate's daughter) and take care of her for an hour, then go pick up the RMW (Roommate's wife) from work, and then take them both shopping (back at the place that I just left an hour and fifteen minutes ago), take them home and then drive a half an hour to deliver a deck storage box to my parents. Luckily, this is the point when things got better.

After I arrived at the Marina, I unloaded the deck box into one of the carts used to carry stuff down the docks and headed toward the 'rents boat. About halfway there, I ran across one of the "neighbors". She is the matriarc of theie clan, and a sweet lady to boot. I made some small talk (asked her how she liked living on thier new houseboat, that they've only been living on for about a month or so. Etc.) After a minute or two, she asks "What've you got there? " in the sweet little "every nice little Grandma stereotype you've ever met" voice she has. After extolling the virtues of this particular acoutrement, and it's lack of accessibility locally to her, I get the privelage of bringing her one tomorrow. It's my pleasure, due to the fact that (as I believe I've said) she's a sweet lady.

After that, I got to spend a few hours with my Mom and Dad. Relaxing. Talking about stuff in our lives. Bitching about things that are going on. Futzing with my Dad's work laptop. Eating steak. Good times. I'm here to tell you that hanging out with people you love on the front deck of a houseboat is one the best way's to relax on the face of the planet. After yawns were passed around the table a couple of times, I bid them "vaya con dios", and headed for the crib.

After arriving at the homestead, I began perusing the 'roll, and enjoying the posts thierin, and suddenly the phone rang. It's my big sister 'Chelle calling to wish me a happy B-day. We had a good conversation that ranged all over the place. In it's meanderings, we came across the story of how my 'Sis had gotten off a good "one-liner" on one of her coworkers. She was describing the scenario, and the red face that he got after he got zinged by a "blonde chick" at work. I stated to her "You should have asked him if he's ever met your brother". She rolled with my sarcasm, and I followed up with "Well I've been known to get off a good one a time or two. Hell you've been the recipient of more than your share." She agreed with the last assertion. Shortly afterword came the highlight of my day.

I made her cry.

"Chelle was having a half a conversation with her husband while I was still on the phone with her. It went something like this: "What's that? You've got a nut?" (to me, and him simultaneously) "He's got a nut in the closet." My reply was: "What? He nutted in the closet." Laughter ensues. "What the hell? Do you have a blue dress in there?"

I swear to you people. She laughed hard for five minutes at least. She told me after she'd calmed down, that she was going to rat me out and "Tell Momma I made her cry". I don't care. I got to the story before she did. :^P

That was the best gift I could've asked for on my Birthday. Making someone you love cry with laughter is the best way to let you know that you're a good person, and it makes you look forward to the next birhtday.

Posted by Johnny - Oh at June 25, 2004 11:58 PM