Blogging In The Wind
I thought
I had quit this blog thing as the venue has mostly gone the way of the eight-track
tape, CDs, and DVDs, but sometimes I just have to vent, even if it reaches no
one.
Mrs. C does
not wear make-up, she does not like ear-rings.
She loves rings, and has one for each finger, thumb, and occasional
toe. She does wear bracelets and on rare occasions, a necklace.
We had one such occasion the other day, the baptism of Charlie, my six grandchild.
Dressed to the nines, Mrs. C commented,
“This outfit
would really look nice with a necklace.”
Now, I have
given Mrs. C several nice necklaces over the years, nothing extravagant given
my love affair with a dollar, but nice.
“Why not
one of the necklaces I gave you?”
“That
would be perfect, but I can’t find them.”
“You lost the necklaces?”
“Not
lost, I just can’t find them.”
“That is
the very definition of lost!”
Now here
comes the Mrs. C statement that forced me back to the key- board. I suspect those with She/Her/Hers pronouns
will understand it, but He/Him/His pronouns will be scratching their heads
along with me.
Said with attitude,
“I didn’t
lose them; I just hid them where they wouldn’t be stolen!”
“Or
found!”
“You’re a
jerk!”
