I hate drama…especially when I haven’t done or said anything to warrant it…I offered my unconditional support to someone, offered an ear, advice and gave of my time. Tried to stick up for this person, knowing said individual has had the sad misfortune of being raised by a sad excuse for a human.
What do I get in return for my efforts? I get shit on…that’s what I get….lol.
That’s all fine and good, I can take it…for a second or two…but I don’t have to. So said individual can fuck off….I’ve taken enough crap in my personal life that the notion of outside crap has left a bad taste in my mouth.
I can wish this person well, and I can at the same time give them a big fuck you goodbye.
Just finished watghing this movie with my boys, released in 1972 starring Jack Lemmon and Juliet Mills and directed by Billy Wilder. It surprised me that they would join me to watch it, neither watched it in it’s entirety, Boy #2 came in at the beginning and left before it ended, Boy #3 came in at the middle and watched it until it ended. I’ll give it two thumbs up!
Harried straight-laced Baltimore-based business executive Wendell Armbruster, Jr. is rushing to Ischia, Italy to claim the body of his father, who died in a car accident. Wendell’s father spent a month vacation by himself at the same Ischia resort every summer for the past ten years. On his way to Ischia, Wendell keeps bumping into a young English woman who seems to know who he is and who he thinks is following him. Upon arriving at the resort, he learns that she is Pamela Piggott, the daughter of his father’s long term mistress, who also died in the accident. Pamela knew and accepted her mother’s indiscretion, whereas Wendell knew nothing of his father’s secret life. In addition to the shock he is feeling, Wendell is also feeling the stress of needing to get his father’s body back to Baltimore in time for the service in three days, not an easy task due to the mound of legal red tape, the fact that no one works on Sunday (one of those three days) and that in Italy things move at a slower pace. Despite the differences in their viewpoints, Wendell and Pamela decide to honor their respective parent’s memory by doing things in Ischia their parents would have done while he prepares to take his father’s body home. Beyond the earlier mentioned issues, Wendell seems to face one problem after another in him and his father making it back to Baltimore on time and without scandal. Although Bruno, the resort’s valet, is trying to extort a favor from Wendell, Bruno may end up being the answer to all Wendell’s problems.
So I am ready for whatever this blah day has in store for me. What will I do today? Will I finally tackle rearranging my drawers? Will I sit my ass down long enough to watch a movie? Will I start reading my third book? Will I try to clean house? Will I give up on trying to clean house and just get my slave children to do it? Will I bake a cake? or a pie? or cookies? or muffins? or anything? Will I return phone calls? Will I pay bills? Will I just crawl back in bed and shut the world out for a bit longer? I just don’t know, the choices are endless?
I had a crazy thought last night….I was thinking what if I moved out of my house and moved into the apartment and rented the house? I sure could use the money….but I would be giving up room and I don’t think there is enough room in the apartment for all our crap….and it is only one bedroom and one bath. Before anyone points out what a crazy idea that is I’ll do it myself…it is a crazy idea…but I may reconsider it later on in the future.