"I hate your hair and it makes you look ethnic. Or maybe it's the shirt. Or maybe the thing around your neck (tiger nail charm on a long silver chain) . Whatever. No, I like the tiger nail- but so you know, it's still ETHNIC looking".
Does it sound like he's and a**? He did it on purpose. One day a while ago I popped in to ask if he wanted coffee while I was getting some... His little underlings feel the need to contribute to the conversations with "What are you?" well yes, and tact is running like water.
The pic is a version of the shirt I am wearing today, it is Indian. But mine is pink and sheer. I didn't have the patience to look for my exact shirt.
I am lucky to have a Bunkles, I think everyone should have one. Someone who knows you so well, most conversations are not long and drawn out, but a few words and a look. He is also fantastic at containing the crazy... i.e. 2 years ago at a restaurant a huge table of us had dinner and drinks and someone feels the need to scream "So, are you like dot or feather?" and it would not have been offensive... except I had been drinking. So Bunkles holds on to me and trys to talk me down from crazy while the Dream killer explains the dot. Nice.
Today is a good day people.
p. s. will talk about my fantastic present of a book from JD a bit later.
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