Funny People = I Like Them
~30 hours after I lent my copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince to my friend….um…..Beulah, she sent me this email:
I just thought I would give you an update on your Harry Potter book. It is doing fine. I have removed the dust cover so that nothing would happen to it. If I take the book outside (on my way to the car) and it is raining, I put the book under my sweatshirt so that it is kept completely dry from the rain (although after doing that, I can't guarantee that your book will come back smelling the same way as it did when you loaned it to me). I am progressing through it nicely and I anticipate that when I am done I will go through some sort of Harry Potter/ wizard/ magic withdrawal since I read all Harry Potter 1-5 in the last 2 weeks. My dreams consist of magic and Harry Potter and I think that deep down inside I am just using this fantasy world of Harry Potter to escape from the horrors of my own life. I mean, let's be honest, my life is crap. Everybody is always looking at me funny, they think I am some sort of show off and they don't ever believe a word I say. My parents were killed when I was 1 and the only thing I have to show for it is this lousy scar....Oh, see. I've done it again. Off to Never-Never-Land, I was. The lines between fantasy and reality have blurred for me now, I don't know if I will ever be able to get a grip.
Anyways.....just wanted to let you know that I am taking real good care o' yer book.
PS. Thanks for the recipes!
I liked this. It was bloggable.
Today we went grocery shopping together. Before following me in her car, she mentioned my X-man super-parking-powers and said something like, "I guess I won't be parking near you. That's not one of my special talents."
I told her that it might be possible for me to extend my powers to include her….as long as I was still using them for good, not to show off or put myself in a one-up position in the hierarchy or our relationship (Sorry. I'm speed reading my book-club book right now).
When I got to the store, it was lunch time and the lot was packed. However, I drove straight to THE spot and it was once again empty. I'm starting to wonder if that spot was formerly used as a toxic waste dump or contaminated with the plague and that's why no one else will go near it.
I took my life in my hands and parked there anyway.
I got out of the car to take a picture of the spot, since car parking is the new theme of this blog. As I was lining up the shot, the guy in the spot next to me pulled out. I started losing it. I planted my body in the middle of the spot and as cars came up and turned on their blinkers to pull in, I waved them on to the back of the lot. I HAD to get this
People (and I mean people who obviously do not read this blog and did not recognize me from my floating head which resides immortalized on the internet) WERE MAD! I got me some major stink-eyed looks. Heads were shooken and choice words were muttered. I did not personally witness any "friendly" hand gestures.
Today, I would encourage you to head over to Stephanie's and help complete her story. Fun and games people, fun and games. What will happen? Only YOU can decide.