The old boyfriend who Revolting Recollections was written about, calls me up this morning, all chatty.

First off, I hate chatty people, especially when I am working. Secondly, last time time I heard from him he told me he had a girlfriend, so I was really hoping I wouldn't be hearing from him, ever again. I was nice, but reserved.

He calls me to tell me he is going to Europe next summer. While you might think I am merely jealous that Redneck Boy gets to go to Europe where he will have absolutely no apprecation for any of it, I am biting my cheeks to refrain from laughing at the thought of HIM in Europe. I even choked down the evil comment of telling him that "It is much easier to just buy imported beer here, rather than going ALL they way over there to drink beer from a fake stein." I am SUCH a nice person.

In his visit, I am sure it will only solidify Europe's view of Americans as backwards country folk.



I think they need to be a bit more selective in granting passports.