One French Fry Short of a Happy Meal

I had a conversation with my sister this a.m. trying to understand what she called me about last evening in regards to the holidays and whose cooking, etc. I could tell I was about to be "played" and I was busy when she called and instead of coming out and asking what she really wanted, she was dancing around the issue and making it sound like she was doing me a favor.

Needless to say, she never asked what she really wanted so I called her this morning to see what was up. Again, she danced and then said I yelled at her last night. I replied, "I was busy doing something but I never 'yelled' at you." And because this pissed me off I added, "Don't be one phone call short of calling the therapist because you thought I 'yelled' at you."

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She told me to "eff off" and hung up. Well, I did feel bad but I'll bet you she dialed the therapist this morning.

Anyway, I did feel horrible and sent her an e-mail apologizing and then also sent an arrangement to her office, begging the florist to deliver it before Noon. I hope that helps but I really don't want to have a conversation with her today and will probably avoid it. It might counter the deed if you know what I mean. One of our Italian personalities will definitely say the wrong thing and then I might have to tell her to shove those pretty flowers somewhere. It's what we do.

I haven't blogged in a while - I've been way busy but continue to skim my favorite blogs and comment on occasion.