So....
I found myself in the grocery store with my ex. He said he was thirsty and wanted tea.
I spied the coffee and exclaimed "Oh my, I love Irish Cream!"
He said "Me, too."
Thinking he wanted a cup, I grabbed another and heard "I don't want the coffee" he stood there grinning like a freaky animal who could barely verbalize "I guess, you can can guess where my mind is today."
Uh, no. It took thirty minutes for me to figure out what that that man meant. I was standing near a schoolyard when I could feel the heat rise through my body.
Four hours later, I'm still blushing.
Gawd, I'm slow!
Love ya,
Some Irish-American Crazy Chick
I'm pretending to be everything the gossips in my life say I am in the hopes that I can create some kind of believable fictional character. The things I write about are based on the gossip and some of my life experiences. After five years, the only thing I've learned from this experience is that I can be quite the Trickster....thus the name of the blog. Love ya!
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