Continuing the saga of the ex…
To continue the saga of The Ex (i.e. “Beanhead Squeakypants”, see below), I have to go INTO the office tomorrow. I have a meeting with “the boss” and a client, and he wants me to meet him at the office first so we can then drive there toghether.
Will Beanhead Squeakypants (or “BS”) be there? If so, will we see eachother? If so, will Beanhead Squeakypants be an ass?
I got to thinking about something yesterday, after I wrote the post about Beanhead Squeakypants.
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I have handcuffs hanging from my rearview mirror. The whole handcuffs-on-the-mirror thing started with BS. BS had handcuffs on the rearview mirror, too. But for BS it was “Gee, I hope people think that I’m wilder than I really am“.
Long after the breakup, I got my own car, and did the same thing, but for different reasons. For me, it’s a symbol of control. I’m in control of my life and my destiny, I’m in control of whom I associate with and be with. Plus, at a glance, people can tell that I’m no cookie-cutter human.
Well, it hit me. I HAD gone to the gun shop once w/ an old friend (who was dropping off fliers) and I had admired a nice, new, sparkly, shiny new pair of Smith & Wesson handcuffs. Yes, I had admired them. But I never did buy them. So…. those handcuffs that hang from MY rearview here in 2003 are Beanhead Squeakypants’s handcuffs!!! I never gave them back! LOL! That’s hysterical.
Well, I must go to bed if I’m going to be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow. 9:30am is the crack of dawn as far as I’m concerned.