Showing posts with label phone addiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label phone addiction. Show all posts

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Xmas Mash Up: The Grinch Vs Xmas Story...He had Yellow Eyes...so help me....




It is a beautiful rainy night.  The Grinch (Carrey flavored) is on.  I've done more loads of dishes for only two people today than should be possible.  I opened a beer about 20 minutes ago and finally took my first sip now.  That was a lot of bourbon last night.  And I learned quite a bit.   Like when you see someone that wants to bear hug you and pick you up, don't allow them to try and neatly "sit" you back on a stool.  Doesn't work, things fall over and people bite their tongues when they get startled from the noise.  

Also, don't put off your chores before you go out for a bourbon date because no matter how early you left the house, they ain't getting done when you get back.  One bourbon gives birth to three or four.  

By this time, my friend had said a lot of things they have no receipt for, therefore cannot take it back.  They were complimentary, wonderful things to hear.  Unfortunately I really am not in that space with this particular person so when I woke up this morning I knew that I had to start thinking of how I will let it be known that while all is appreciated, this is not how I want to go forward.  Being friends is cool.  The vibe is just not there for me.  

There was an older couple sitting at a table having dinner and drinks.  The man looked to be in his late 60s, maybe early 70s.  The woman about the same.  She had long gray hair, nicely tended to.  She is just another one of those women who show me that my aversion to ever going with the Time To Cut It age just doesn't exist.  My mother went to the Older Mom haircut and frost in her early 30's.  Then again, she was more prone to grays.  I inherited my father's color and am just fine with so far not having to deal with gray hair.  Someday it may happen though.  

The older man never let go of his phone.  It stayed in his left hand the entire time - he stared into the screen as he ate with his right hand.  She did not do anything to distract herself from the moment.  Eventually I went over to tell her how beautiful her hair was.  She seemed delighted with the compliment, although I'm sure she must get them all the time.  Still, it's good to never assume and just go with it if it is kind.  I didn't go with the other speech I had in mind for her hubby regarding the superglue and phone accident.

Time for me to take care of some more Wishlist items before the night is done.  Reading the cover story about Brad Pitt on this week's People isn't one of them but it might have to happen anyway.