On a weekly, sometimes daily basis, my “newly” Americanized friend gives me, or should I say attempts to give me the latest updates on the N.
In my “Karma’s a ^#*^!” post and “Karma: Where does she work?” I talk about my friend telling me the latest news re: the N and me teaching my friend, a new American word: Karma.
Truthfully, I can say that I don’t really care to know what’s the latest and “greatest” in the N’s mind/life. I’m just glad he’s gone. I have absolutely no emotional pain anymore…and boy was that a long time in coming. I do however, find that he is great fodder for my NPD posts! (Hey, I looked up ‘fodder’ and it seemed like a good choice….maybe not…but there’s no way to be sure…my editor is in London.)
Unfortunately, the N was a learning experience that I had to suffer through.
What was I supposed to have learned?
“Four…Three…double hockey sticks”… if I know.
When N’s name is mentioned the thought that goes through my head these days is “that A** H***? What now?”
I don’t actually say it out loud, I am too proper for that.
As my friend Jan says, “Too bad you have such a “G” rated family persona….you might become a folk hero otherwise.” Oh well.
Folk Hero…Paul Bunyan?….Johnny Appleseed?…. Hmmm not me.
Last week my friend Jack, there, I’ve told you his name…launched in on the latest dirt regarding the N.
I looked at Jack and as sweet as I could be…I said in my nicest voice, “Jack – Picture. Me. Not. Caring!”
Jack laughed. “Ohh! Don’t mess with the woman.”
Good. ‘Bout time someone figured that out.