Knock, Knock. Is Crazy There?

Posted on May 2nd, 2009 at 1:46 am by blunt delivery

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Knock, Knock. Is Crazy There?

Dear Last Week,

Jigga, what just happened?

Anxiously awaiting your reply,

Blunt.

 *On a Golden Girls death sidenote:  No, no. Thank YOU for being a friend, Dorothy. I’ll be sporting my Stay Golden Tshirt all week for you.

Anyway, speaking of writing…wait.  What were we just talking about?  I have never wanted to achieve the same goals that most normal writers do.  My dream has never been to author my own column for the New York Times so I can not-so-slyly use it as a platform to push my own political agenda, which wouldn’t be that groundbreaking, since it would be the same political agenda that everyone else at the New York Times was pushing.  Frankly, I find all of that stuff rather boring.  I mean, would you rather hear stories about my crazy-paranoid mother and my schitzo ex-boyfriends and that time I accidentally tucked toilet paper into my skirt, OR my feelings regarding the polar ice cap crisis?

I remember it well…it was a Wednesday morning.  The rain was falling down hard like my dad on pair of ice skates.  I had finally snuffed out my candle at 4am and closed my weary eyes, when all of the sudden, I heard a knock at the door.  I glanced at the clock, which read 7:45am, and was convinced that this was indeed a dream.  Or was it a nightmare

wet-ones-singlesOkay, this happened two days ago, I’ll stop talking like the narrator from Great Expectations It was my mother.  I’ll spare you the details but we ended up doing some errands and every single time we got back in the car, she handed me a Wet One.  I know what you’re thinking - “Oh, she’s probably just paranoid of the swine flu.”  Well, you would be very generous in that assumption.  She’s just paranoid of people, period.  Shopping carts are her worst fear.  Later on, I’m laying on the couch, while my mother fulfills her life’s joy by cleaning my vaccuum filter.

Me: I’m so cold today.

Mom:  Well, here let me get you another blanket. [she piles the third one on top of me]

Me: Thanks.

Mom: I need to get you one of those things on TV.  They sort of wrap around you and they’re like a blanket.  Ever heard of those?

Me:  Sigh.  A snuggie.  I wrote a blog about them.

Mom: Is that the thing that has the arm holes?

Me: Mom, there’s no difference between that and this.  Look, I can wrap this freaking blanket around me and it’s the same thing. 

Mom:  Well, it won’t hurt to just buy you one and see how you like it. 

Me:  Yes, it will hurt. Please don’t.

Mom: I think you get one free.  Your dad would like one, he’s always cold.

Me:   Mom, we’re in an economic crisis, it would be irresponsible to buy a blanket with armholes that I will immediately put in the garage sale for a buck.  Actually, $.50.

Mom:  Can you believe Adam Lambert was in the bottom two on American Idol last week?  What in the world is going on?

Me:  People didn’t vote for him.

Mom:  Well, how can that be. Do you think it’s rigged?  It has to be rigged.

Me: Pretty sure they could get into big trouble for that.

Mom:  Well.  I don’t know, you’d be surprised.  He’s very attractive, too bad he’s gay.

Me:  ?  Oh, cus otherwise you two would have had a chance?

I think my point in saying all this was that I actually left my house on Wednesday.  And wouldn’t you know, I woke up the next morning with a raging sore throat and a stuffy nose - AND less money than I had the day before.  I discovered two things:   1.  My hypothesis has now been proven that hibernation is the secret to financial freedom and a healthy lifestyle.  2. Wet Ones can suck it.