Trying SO Hard Not To Laugh

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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.

1 Responses to “Trying SO Hard Not To Laugh”

  1. Blogger TSG 

    Dude's like that in Europe are why I always claim to be from Canada.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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