NaBlo 19: Suck it. I do read the paper.
I spent the whole day being an ungrateful wench, if you want to know the truth. I’ve been in a week-long quarrel with my mechanic; the people at the Verizon store want to charge me a thousand million dollars for a new phone; the traffic cop outside Chestnut Mountain Elementary shouted at me for no reason; I’ve got to have a root canal; and my favorite t-shirt got destroyed in the washing machine!
I was just about to declare karma an unmitigated ass, when I walked downstairs to find Amy hovered over her computer, with bent head and furrowed brow.
“What are you working on so diligently?” I asked.
“I am writing a poem,” she said.
I said, “For who?”
She said, “For you. It’s called Magnificent Muggle!”
Okay. So maybe the whole world isn’t out to get me.
Comments
You get an extra special surprise when i see you in two days.
Posted by: kat! | November 19, 2007 10:39 PM
...wait. you don't have in iPhone?!
Posted by: Todd Clary | November 19, 2007 10:53 PM
So . . . can we read it? Since you wouldn't let us read your naughty poem?
Posted by: Jennie! | November 20, 2007 08:22 AM
Still though, where the hell are you gonna come up with a thousand million dollars?
Posted by: Mr. Fabulous | November 20, 2007 08:52 AM
Ohh, punkin. What a day. Plus you had me writing to complain, per usual. Kat has something special for you when you see her in two days! And Amy wrote you a poem! And I promise not to complain even ONCE today. You are loved.
Posted by: Kelly | November 20, 2007 08:57 AM
jeepers...and a root canal?! I Hate The Dentist. (Note the capital letters.) So, I don't go anymore.
Posted by: broke bertha | November 20, 2007 09:00 AM
Will Amy allow us to read Magnificent Muggle when she's done with it?
Posted by: Jenn (the not-sister) | November 20, 2007 11:02 AM
In my head, a muggle is akin to a marshwiggle, which is one of my favorite kind of creatures that don't actually exist. What's a muggle in Amy's head (aside from magnificent, which she already told us)?
Posted by: shari | November 20, 2007 11:48 AM
Don't mention that bit about Verizon because I'm literally seconds from departing for there and now I'm all nervous. Ugh.
Also, Abigail almost has me convinced (that's what a margarita will do to a person) to come down on Saturday. So. Very. Tempting.
Posted by: Heather B. | November 20, 2007 12:03 PM
Those are all my most hated things to deal with, but a poem can help a lot.
Posted by: churlita | November 20, 2007 12:36 PM
i can't believe what an awesome bloggy party saturday is turning into.
Posted by: kat! | November 20, 2007 12:36 PM
Seriously. Best. Party. Ever.
Posted by: Jennie! | November 20, 2007 12:50 PM
I'm going to hijack your comments to say MAYBE.
Though that MAYBE is starting to be more like "I don't have anything else to do, so why not?"
I blame it on the Margaritas.
Posted by: Heather B. | November 20, 2007 07:59 PM
margaritas are delicious.
Posted by: kat! | November 20, 2007 09:31 PM
Hi all! I am american man. U have a good site. I love you!
Posted by: Villias | November 28, 2007 07:13 AM