Saturday, June 28, 2008
So I was at my friends house yesterday. She has been very distressed over a man. He's actually quite fun but it's going no where. No where fast. He lives two states away and is divorced twice and has five kids and he's 44. She is gorgeous, a single mom of one daughter and 26. Really, she could get anyone she wanted and guys are constantly tripping over themselves to take her out but this one guy didn't, he didn't call when he said he would, sometimes she wouldn't hear from him for days. I think, because of that, as crazy as it may seem it made her want to be with him even more. I must have repeated the phrase, "Five kids." to her 350 times. "What, are you gonna get a minivan and carry his baby around on your hip on "his" weekend?" Really, you can't move, he can't move. What is the point? "I know, I know," she said over and over again. So, the final straw, he took her to Atlantic City, which is 1 1/2 hr. away from her house a couple nights ago. And left her with no ride home and had her stuff in his car. Loser. Right? None of this is really what I'm getting at, it is just showing you her state of mind while we were there. At the same time another friend was there, watching tv while my friend and I were talking about this craziness. All she wanted to do was tell the story, have validation that he is basically worthless to her and a jerk to boot. So we're sitting there and the tv watcher is watching some talk show where they are showing new products. Totally interrupting, clueless to our conversation she is like, "Look at this! Look at this! It's a butt lifter." Then next came something that was going to help with arm fat. I don't know what it was but the friend was like, "You know, I had an aunt with the worst arm fat ever, her name was Mabel Able." Mable Able. I totally couldn't love that anymore. We started laughing and literally I can't stop thinking about it. Everyone has all this stuff going on in their own heads all the time, stuff that we drive ourselves crazy with. And then, like an angel, someone mentions Mable Able and it doesn't seem so bad anymore. Just knowing Mable Able and her arm fat is out there in the universe somewhere makes me feel a little better.
So I Said... Amy at 10:18 AM