I posted last night about my awe inspiring “Easterween” decoration. At work it is hailed as brilliance incarnate and beloved by all. Well, most of them ‘like’ it.
This morning, my sister sent me a text that stated that she had noticed that I made a grammatical faux pas on the aforementioned post, so I went to my blog to fix it. It was then that I noticed there was an obvious increase in ‘comments’ on past blogs so I eagerly clicked in to check them out.
I was stunned. Some humanoid with the screen name ‘maymay’ had commented on nearly all my posts. The problem? NONE of her comments were even remotely related TO my posts! I knew the web had a
seedy social media side that I try to stay away from
(Facebook for example), but this person had crashed into my blog, assaulted my
space, posted GARBAGE – verbally looooong
GARBAGE – and walked away without a
scratch. I was incensed!
Things like this are why I hate people and definitely should NOT be or work in public; and yet I do. How dare this human piggyback their mindless prattle upon the back of my hard thought out thoughts! Consider them all deleted.
While deleting the unwanted rubbish comments, I came across my post about mom and the perfume I had given to her called Stay. I reread the post since I had just visited my sister (and received the awesome Easterween gift) that included a visit our mother (a kind of 2 for 1 special). Mom had come out one morning dressed and ready to go bathed in the smell of that clean smelling Stay – and I do mean bathed in the smell.
I mentioned that she smelled good and it went – like instant delayed replay about Stay – like this…
Me: You smell good!
My sister: Yes, you do.
Mom: It is the perfume you gave me. It smells so fresh and clean. I love it!
Mom: What was the name?
Mom: Noooo, wasn’t it Gap or something?
Me: No, it came from The Gap. It is called Stay. (as if the name isn’t the bottle she uses every day!)
Mom: The Gap. That makes no sense.
My sister: It makes perfect sense if that is what they wanted to name the store.
Mom: I still don’t understand why they call it ‘Stay.’
My sister: Because the fragrance ‘stays’ with you all day! (she clearly was grasping for straws here – anything to stop this conversation)
Mom: Well it certainly does "Stay" with me because I spray it all over myself.
Me: How many ‘sprays?’
Mom; Oh, I don’t know, 5 or 6.
My sister: 5 or 6?! Isn’t that kind of excessive? I just do a couple of sprays here and here (pointing to the places on her body).
Me: Me too! Wow, 5 or 6 is a lot. You will run out of it so fast! I better send you another bottle.
Mom: Bottle of what?
Mom: Stay? I thought we were going out to lunch.
You just can’t make this stuff up people…
By the way, I switched my perfume from Stay to Sunshine, also from The Gap. I am not telling my mother.