Me: Wow. It sure is taking Primo a long time to fix your computer.
Doris: I don’t know what’s wrong with it.
Me: He’s spent four hours on it. Do you know what that would cost if you had to pay someone?
Me: A lot.
Me: He is very good at fixing things. I sure am lucky to have him.
Doris: Yes you are!
At my friend Rebecca’s we breakfast, she, her fiancé, her family, his family, and I had sat together. The fiancé’s mother had raved about what a great catch her son was.
“He’s a doctor! He was a pilot in the Navy! Blah blah blah! Rebecca is soooo lucky to be marrying him!”
This went on and on.
Finally, I said, “Scott is pretty lucky to be marrying Rebecca, too. She has been my friend for years and she is wonderful.”
I glared at Scott’s mom as I said it. Honestly. She was just rude.
Me: He's lucky to be have me.
Me: Doris! He's damn lucky to be have me!
Doris: Yes. Because you appreciate him.
Me (on Day What – Three? Of Migraine?): No, Doris. It's a lot more than that.
But in her extremely modest defense, I have met Sly. That man is death to happiness.
Still. Would it have been that hard to be just a wee bit enthusiastic?