It isn’t a good day unless I’ve made a small child cry. Kidding. But I did manage to do just that last night. My friend, R, called up and told me her youngest (we’ll call her FREAKIN’ ADORABLE or FA, ’cause that’s what she is) wanted to come over to my house and pet my dogs. But last night just wasn’t a good night for her to come over. When she was told it would have to wait for a better time, she started crying, which then caused her older sister (ALSO ADORABLE, or AA) to start crying. I felt really bad about it for a while, but then I decided to celebrate my inner meanie, Cruella DeVille style, and boast on the Internet that I made a small child cry. I’m sure it would be much more convincing if I actually meant it. I try, but I’m not really a meanie sort of person.
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lunaticwriter Said:
on August 28, 2009 at 9:39 am
That all depends on whether or not you were her brother growing up. She has a mean streak a mile and a half wide… LOL!!! I love you lil sis!!!
chauceriangirl Said:
on August 28, 2009 at 10:36 am
Well, it could have been worse. Remember the hag that was late for the theatre, and when you refused to let her in she held her daughter up so the mean lady could tell her little girl why she couldn’t see the play? Yeah.
izzybella Said:
on August 28, 2009 at 9:18 pm
That wasn’t me…that actually happened to another house manager, and his reply was, “well, sweetie, if your mom had been on time, you could have seen the play, so your mom is the reason you can’t see it now…”
jehara Said:
on August 29, 2009 at 8:12 am
this post made me think of that too, cg. what a way to take responsibility for your own actions.
gypsygrrl Said:
on September 15, 2009 at 1:27 am
dude. you need to blog more. i miss you.
jehara Said:
on October 6, 2009 at 7:50 am
yeah, what gypsy said!
i miss you too.