One Disgruntled, 3 Fun.
Jun. 23rd, 2006 07:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pen_grunt1. My head feels 'splody. I had something to write for this number...and it was really important. And I needed to share it. I think it got pushed out to make room for the massive brain tumor that is roosting in my head right now. (Okay Drama Queen, I can stop exaggerating now...but it does really hurt quite badly.)
Damn. I had a feeling that what I was going to say was all bitchy and disgruntled too.
Hey, I remember now. I was going to say that the next person that tells me I should "ELOPE" is getting a good swift kick in the groin. Alternately, a punch in the face (not a sissy little girl slap, a full on punch) can be substituted at the opponent's discretion. Look, you're NOT the first person to think of this idea. Telling me I should "ELOPE" and then giggling madly when you've already had your big fancy wedding is NOT original. Nor is it particularly cute or helpful. Not at all. If I wanted to ELOPE I wouldn't be frantically planning a wedding. I'm not the type of person to waffle over such things k? K.
Backstory: We're having to clean out my grandpa and grandma's house slowly but surely. I alternately hate and love that they were depression-era save-everything grandparents.
1. My grandpa saved tax returns from as early as the 40's. . . and he never did them right ONCE. Each year also had an angry letter from the IRS going along with it. All filed neatly and chronologically. If he had actually gotten in trouble it wouldn't be funny, but seeing as how he didn't it's kinda funny.
2. My grandma saved EVERY SINGLE program from both my sister and I's school stuff/church stuff/concerts/etc. We found a 1988 church bulletin that lists me as an angel (in a play). It's good to know that at some point in my life I was angelic.
3. There's also a whole host of other crap. Um...my grandpa had approx. 60 files (the metal tool kind that you use to file wood and stuff--not the office kind) and some of them had their handles broken off.....so he used corn cobs for handles.
*sigh* He was resourceful to a fault, that one. It makes me sad beyond words that he doesn't remember who I am half of the time anymore. Alright, so this last part isn't so fun. I'm a liar, I am.
Damn. I had a feeling that what I was going to say was all bitchy and disgruntled too.
Hey, I remember now. I was going to say that the next person that tells me I should "ELOPE" is getting a good swift kick in the groin. Alternately, a punch in the face (not a sissy little girl slap, a full on punch) can be substituted at the opponent's discretion. Look, you're NOT the first person to think of this idea. Telling me I should "ELOPE" and then giggling madly when you've already had your big fancy wedding is NOT original. Nor is it particularly cute or helpful. Not at all. If I wanted to ELOPE I wouldn't be frantically planning a wedding. I'm not the type of person to waffle over such things k? K.
Backstory: We're having to clean out my grandpa and grandma's house slowly but surely. I alternately hate and love that they were depression-era save-everything grandparents.
1. My grandpa saved tax returns from as early as the 40's. . . and he never did them right ONCE. Each year also had an angry letter from the IRS going along with it. All filed neatly and chronologically. If he had actually gotten in trouble it wouldn't be funny, but seeing as how he didn't it's kinda funny.
2. My grandma saved EVERY SINGLE program from both my sister and I's school stuff/church stuff/concerts/etc. We found a 1988 church bulletin that lists me as an angel (in a play). It's good to know that at some point in my life I was angelic.
3. There's also a whole host of other crap. Um...my grandpa had approx. 60 files (the metal tool kind that you use to file wood and stuff--not the office kind) and some of them had their handles broken off.....so he used corn cobs for handles.
*sigh* He was resourceful to a fault, that one. It makes me sad beyond words that he doesn't remember who I am half of the time anymore. Alright, so this last part isn't so fun. I'm a liar, I am.
