Celebrate With Me!
**I’m going to pop in here real fast and say that by the time this hits most of your inbox’s, The Boy Child will be in surgery. I’ll try and update on Facebook, thanks for all your messages. I’ve been reading them to him and he thinks it’s very funny that he is getting his own emails! His sister is jealous, and that’s been giving him an evil little grin.**
I know I’ve mentioned it on here a few times before, but every Monday I work at a chiropractic office. Oddly enough one of the chiropractors there is a guy that I went to high school with, and although he is a really great guy, an amazing chiropractor, and an active supporter of my nonprofit, my spine prefers a different adjustment technique so I see someone else in the office. In fact I “broke up” with his services by telling him “You know when you’re having sex with someone, and you can tell that they are trying, and you know that they are really putting in the effort, but no matter what they do, they just don’t do ya right? Well, I think we’d be better off as friends.”
Because that made it less awkward.
Not that awkward bothers me.
In fact I don’t remember him from high school at all, yet as part of an extended prank I’m pulling, I have convinced him that we did in fact know each other and that he was very mean to me. I’ll have to let you know how this all pans out, but in the meantime, NO ONE TELL HIM.
(And also, random, but do you remember when I was trying to get Mr. Attorney Man to think I was getting him an office rodent? Why the hell does anyone stay in business with me??)
Me: “You are right! How DID we NOT know that!? What else do we not know about each other? What’s your favorite TV show? What’s your favorite sport? Favorite food? What’s your favorite color? Hold on, LET ME GET A CHAIR.”
(He rolls his eyes at me)
Chiro: “We need to celebrate. (He looks at the secretary) Secretary, get a piñata.”