STRANGE? NOT MRS.CRANKY!
It is Thursday, the day I usually make fun of some conversation I’ve had with Mrs. C, and she calls me a jerk. This week I’ve got nothing. Besides, Mrs. Cranky has been complaining that I make fun of her too often.
Maybe I do, but I don’t tell all.
I don’t ever mention that Mrs. C refuses to wear glasses, even at 3D movies. She will hold the glasses up to her eyes, but the actual glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose is too irritating. Strange? Maybe.
I’ve never posted about her unusual refusal to walk on the sidewalk unless there is no other choice. Apparently she has some kind of claustrophobia thing when confined to the sidewalk. Strange? Some might think so.
I always know when Mrs. C is turning in for the night, taking a nap, or just relaxing by the way she arranges her pillows. She can’t sleep without a pillow at her feet, and one by the side of the bed…always the same pillows. Is that strange? Probably.
Mrs. Cranky is easy to please when it comes to food. If there is no garlic, no salt, and it is hot, she is happy. Warm and no flavor, strange? Who am I to judge?
One thing I know for sure that is strange about Mrs. Cranky; she puts up with an old, fat, bald man who talks too much and makes fun of her even though she is a terrific lady and could do much better. Strange? You bet.
Strange is not always a bad thing.
And oh yeah, I am a jerk!
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