Thursday, December 23, 2010

In which I am called a gold digging castrating Catholic ho who won't get a job

Actually, my friends, I cannot write about what I put in the title. Husband request. Just use your imaginations and take comfort in the fact that I have taken copious notes and will write about the event as soon as I can.

In the meantime, I leave you with this.

Primo: Why can't they [Sly and Doris] understand that I'm happy?

Me: You're not happy. You just think you are.

Primo: That's right! I'm too stupid to know that I'm not happy!

Me: Which makes their head spin. How can someone as smart as you are and who is [a holder of the proper political opinions] be so stupid as to be tricked by somebody as stupid and mean as I am?