Saturday, June 14, 2008

Acceptance Speech

Was on the phone with SK just now and we were mocking the Sociopathic Alcoholic Stalker's emails to me. I suppose he didn't see the ridiculousness of sending me a dozen emails this morning with subject lines such as: "Jealousy", "Alcohol", "Other Women", "The Telephone."

I was in the middle of expounding upon my apparent skill in bed when a flower delivery man buzzed at the door.

While waiting for the delivery man to make it up the stairs, SK and I had the following exchange:

Me: Any chance that they could be from Viggo?
SK: Yes.

What was beautiful was SK's timing and delivery. There was no laughter, no hesitation. Just an immediate, definitive, "Yes."

Of course, they weren't from Viggo. I'll have a little chat with the Universe later about its listening skills. Perhaps, like IC, it shouldn't try to multi-task so much.

So the flowers, which I have already given to my next door neighbors, aren't exactly like an Oscar, but when I reflect back, I really did earn one. That's all I have to say about that.


Bartleby said...

Reflect back... Ouch.

C-Belle said...

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