Miss Carol was on her Crackberry after dinner tonight. Again. With work. Again. Same old stuff. Again.
And so I started doing the dishes. Again. And granted, I don’t like doing dishes, but I’d rather do dishes than clean the bathrooms, but that’s a hole nother story.
So there I was doin’ the dishes and Miss Carol got done with her stuff and came over and tried to take over.
And she said- Let me finish and you go do “whatever it is you do”.
And maybe meaning other things I’m trying to be writing. And maybe meaning my little dream. It’s a piddlin’ little bit of nothing, but it’s what I cling to, otherwise I go back to where I was before and the real world swallows me up again and that’s it.
I know it’s a kinda stupid loser thing I do. I know it. I do. But, ya know what?
I like it.
So I didn’t let her finish with the dishes. I manned-up sink-side making my point, staking my claim, and she stormed off to bed, probably justifiably pissed off at me, given my hardheartedness and desire and want.
And I let her and hated her for it for, like, a minute.
But I got over it.