I thought you wrote “…a cat covered in guacamole…”
I’m tahred. Work tomorrow at 7am. I’ll report tomorrow afternoon if I live.
I’ve had agida all day - not because of yesterday’s imbibement, but because of an email I’d sent to a friend going thru a rough time. I was at a loss as to how to help him and I was talking about it with a disinterested third party (they do not know each other, even remotely, so I wasn’t breaking any confidences - but that was probably my first mistake) and she offered up a few points of positive spin - which sounded great to me - they made sense, but then I’m not the one hurting. And I kept on forgetting to mention these things to him until about two weeks ago when a bunch of us were out to dinner, and I could see him getting sullier and sadder and I thought to myself I should present this to him, but not here in front of everyone else, so I sent him an email. last night (he waited a week to calm down) he replied with such intense anger over my insensitivity but why should he be surprised because in the seventeen years he’s known me he’s found many of my comments to be insensitive. Granted there are times I wish I could take things back - occassionally I’ve been known to put my mouth in gear before my brain was engaged, but does intention count for nothing? I have no defense, and he won’t talk to me about it. his “'nuff said” at the end of his email tells me (because I’ve known him a long time) that he will eventually forgive me but it will take months if not years, UNLESS I bring it up again. So I have to swallow it, for the sake of the friendship. ** Please - I do not want any suggestions on how to fix this**even tho I know some of you may have very good ideas; I just wanted to tell someone about it so I could let go of it.
What’s agida?
That sucks. Perhaps once he calms down, he’ll see your intent. Then again, maybe not. Your conscience should be clear, though-it was kindly meant. Sounds to me like he needs to go talk it out with a professional.
What a sucky way to end a weekend.
Want some sambuca?
Sorry, Rosie. The only well-meaning advice I can offer is that I hope you don’t kick yourself forever over it. I hope things smooth over soon.
I’m glad you saved the world from the, er, Red menace, Lunch. :dubious: Welcome back, anyway. The flirting level drops precipitously when you’re gone, it hardly feels like an MMP!
Good luck with your first day on the next job, SCL!
I have a minor aargh, not even Minor Pittingworthy but still an aargh. Why is it that when I need to say something Papa Tigs and I can see he’s watching TV, but he’s sitting there with the TiVo remote so he can pause it any time he wants, he shushes me until a commercial; but when I’m sitting there watching a show in another room with no pause button on my remote, he feels free to stand there and talk loudly right over what I’m trying to watch? Granted, it wasn’t great TV, but it was the one show I wanted to watch this evening. I missed both the first five minutes and the last five minutes thanks to him. :smack:
I’m off to put my feet up and snuggle a kitty shortly since I have nothing pressing to keep me tied to my computer this evening. See you all in the next MMP!
A cat covered in guac would have been tragic. At least cars don’t claw you back when you wash them. 
:: hugs :: to Rosie.
Ugh. Papers must be graded.
MamaT–may I suggest arsenic? Use liberally. Or pitch a hissy fit. Or both.
Off to bed. Toodles, all!