Ok....I know this is my first post, but I'm going to jump right into it. It's time to do some bitching.
Last night I was home, getting ready for a girl's night in with my mom, sister, and our friend Lynda. Was I even thinking about Alex? Well, no, not really. I mean, it was Sunday night. We never, NEVER do anything on Sunday night. So he calls me. This is almost exactly how that Convo went.
Me: Hello?
Alex: Hey. I was wondering if you can come out and play tonight.
Me: Um...no, not really. Lynda's here man.
Him: Oh...well, can we come over?
Me: I don't know...who's "we"?
Him: Me, William & Heather
Me: Who's Heather?
Him: Um....me, William & Heather
Me: Ok, but who's Heather?
Him: I can't hear you
Me: Heather who? Who's Heather?
Him: Oh, she's a friend from Elementary School
Me: Oh... (at which time I'm thinking, "What the....?")Him: So can we come over?
Me: Um...I don't know man
Him: So is it cool if we show up?
Me: Um...I guess so
Him: Ok, see you in a little bit
Me: Um...ok
Him: Love you
Me: Love you too...
Him: Bye-bye
Me: Bye
And that's how it went... Can you see why this would be a problem? I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean, I've heard of this Heather, but he just kind of sprung it on me. He didn't even listen when I was hesitant about him coming over. So they came over and Heather is like the skinniest little waif of a girl there ever was. She's pretty, she's sweet, she's the only girl with my man...... This is not good. She is engaged to someone in Florida (where she lives), but that's not the point. I don't know how faithful she is to him. And Alex has told me that he still thinks about her sometimes... I think she's an ex...another strike against her. Also, her name is Heather. Anyone who has ever read Glam Jam knows that Heathers are an awful, man-stealing breed of woman. If not, then I'll enlighten you.
Paul McCartney is my man. I love him...he's great. Linda McCartney was a wonderful person and a wonderful wife and mother. She's awesome. After she died I never thought that Paul would marry again. After all, he's getting older and has grown kids. But no....the EVIL HEATHER crossed his path. I know, it sounds petty, but the whole Heather Mills/Paul McCartney thing really bugged me and rubbed me the wrong way. So, henceforth, all Heathers are evil in some way. It's just intrinsic to their nature.
Also...Richie Sambora is one of the finest creatures God ever created. And he's married to who? That's right...Heather Locklear. So, that's two evil Heathers. I hope this one isn't like that...
Anyway, I don't think he understood what a problem this was. So, we are going to have a very serious talk. We have other things to talk about too. Not just that. Well, I guess I'm finished for now.
Peace,
Shanna
Last night I was home, getting ready for a girl's night in with my mom, sister, and our friend Lynda. Was I even thinking about Alex? Well, no, not really. I mean, it was Sunday night. We never, NEVER do anything on Sunday night. So he calls me. This is almost exactly how that Convo went.
Me: Hello?
Alex: Hey. I was wondering if you can come out and play tonight.
Me: Um...no, not really. Lynda's here man.
Him: Oh...well, can we come over?
Me: I don't know...who's "we"?
Him: Me, William & Heather
Me: Who's Heather?
Him: Um....me, William & Heather
Me: Ok, but who's Heather?
Him: I can't hear you
Me: Heather who? Who's Heather?
Him: Oh, she's a friend from Elementary School
Me: Oh... (at which time I'm thinking, "What the....?")Him: So can we come over?
Me: Um...I don't know man
Him: So is it cool if we show up?
Me: Um...I guess so
Him: Ok, see you in a little bit
Me: Um...ok
Him: Love you
Me: Love you too...
Him: Bye-bye
Me: Bye
And that's how it went... Can you see why this would be a problem? I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean, I've heard of this Heather, but he just kind of sprung it on me. He didn't even listen when I was hesitant about him coming over. So they came over and Heather is like the skinniest little waif of a girl there ever was. She's pretty, she's sweet, she's the only girl with my man...... This is not good. She is engaged to someone in Florida (where she lives), but that's not the point. I don't know how faithful she is to him. And Alex has told me that he still thinks about her sometimes... I think she's an ex...another strike against her. Also, her name is Heather. Anyone who has ever read Glam Jam knows that Heathers are an awful, man-stealing breed of woman. If not, then I'll enlighten you.
Paul McCartney is my man. I love him...he's great. Linda McCartney was a wonderful person and a wonderful wife and mother. She's awesome. After she died I never thought that Paul would marry again. After all, he's getting older and has grown kids. But no....the EVIL HEATHER crossed his path. I know, it sounds petty, but the whole Heather Mills/Paul McCartney thing really bugged me and rubbed me the wrong way. So, henceforth, all Heathers are evil in some way. It's just intrinsic to their nature.
Also...Richie Sambora is one of the finest creatures God ever created. And he's married to who? That's right...Heather Locklear. So, that's two evil Heathers. I hope this one isn't like that...
Anyway, I don't think he understood what a problem this was. So, we are going to have a very serious talk. We have other things to talk about too. Not just that. Well, I guess I'm finished for now.
Peace,
Shanna
