I spent the night at Stephanie’s and Terry’s.
I’m planning 2 trips in the near future. One to Santa Fe to visit Lizzie and another in October to Italy with my sister.
Since Steph and Terry will be in Santa Fe when I’m there, I’m hoping Scott and Mary will stay with Ray.
Ray is certainly getting used to being at Steph’s. He’s running around like crazy which is why, as you can see in this photo, he can barely keep his eyes open.
That made me think that I could leave him with them for the week that I’m in Italy.
That is until both Steph and Terry told me that when I left the house Ray climbed on the kitchen counter and stayed there until either they chased him off or I came back.
I’m thinking Scott again. Ray just loves him.
It’s Sunday morning and as we sometimes do, David and I were having coffee together. Naturally I told him about the trips and my worries about leaving Ray.
After he let me know that there wasn’t one thing that I was saying that interested him at all, I proved him wrong by saying that I needed his advice on planes to Santa Fe. I remembered he told me that a flight to Santa Fe could be $1000.” Is that true?”
I don’t know how we got from that question to how I don’t know how big Texas is (like anybody gives a shit). I think it’s how boys are. You ask them any question and they tell you everything they know about it.
“It’s true I don’t know where Houston is or Dallas or any of the other Jew hatin’ cities in Texas are and I’m not going to Texas anyway. I’m going to Santa Fe which I admit I couldn’t pick out on a map but since I won’t be navigating for the pilot what difference does that make?”
When he got tired of haranguing me for not knowing anything about geography he decided to lighten the moment by telling me that he was nice to someone.
“That’s news, who?”
“The skinny woman at the gym.”
Now this surprised me because he is always coming home from the gym in a rage because this woman leaves her coat on the machine next to her or leaves her machine sweaty or just offends him with her skinniness.
“What made you do that?”
“I don’t know I just decided to. I said “Good morning” and smiled at her.”
“How’d she react?”
“She was very pleasant”
I wasn’t surprised. David can be very charming when he wants to be, which is almost never with me.
“David I hope you don’t mind if I write about this. I so seldom have anything good to say about you.”
“It’s okay with me as long as you include what happened on the bus yesterday.”
It seems he was on the bus when a girl bumped into him while texting. She apologized and he responded with “I know it’s hard to be polite when you’re texting inane banalities to other little nitwits”
Maybe you can help me with this. Why would someone would be proud of being such a prick?