God damn Bessy’s just can’t help themselves.
“Is your wife coming to Tucson this weekend?”
“Too bad,” Kate said. “We like her a lot more than you.”
Anyone who knows the wife and me, will not be surprised at how often I get that exact same sentiment. After 30-plus years, it has flipped from shame to pride. Hell yeah! I’m holding onto the nice wife like grim death — despite the twice a month threats she makes against my life.
I really didn’t notice the “shame.”
The best part was when Kate leaned her head back and realized what she had just done.
“Ohh shit, I probably said something that’s going to end up on the internet…”
And here it is… You are welcome, Kate.
Respect. We all need such friends.
I couldn’t be happier
Two years of typing away at this stupid fucking blog, and finally my Bullshit has created just an ounce of deference from these pendejos who surround me. It’s good that they fling their insults and their shade in my direction. We all need somebody to keep our egos in check.
But now maybe my Bullshit is finally working. Maybe people will say what’s on their minds but then realize the “power of the pen” will rain hell from above.
Of course it didn’t come with an apology. Kate apologized for the fat shaming (she didn’t need to — it’s all bullshit to me). But people shouldn’t have to apologize for the truth — even if it hurts.
I’m just ecstatic about the two seconds of recognition that this Bullshit exists, and I don’t have to wait for my eulogy to know it has an effect on people.