IT’S BEEN CONFIRMED, I’M A HEATHEN

Well, on Thursday, as you know, I was full of optimism for the upcoming weekend and thoughts of Marguaritas and  Merlot danced in my head as I left the Fun Spot that evening. I had a lovely dinner ( as I didn’t have to prepare it) with Horny Toad  and a 1/2 bottle of Merlot (Good call, Michele and Breadbox)  and prepared for my class on Friday.

I was really looking forward to the class. I had taken a class with this talented lady before and really enjoyed it.  And so, I arrived with my supplies and my obligatory rocket booster (extra large FV, light w/milk, two Splenda) and took my place in the class. I was making idle chitchat ( I really do that well, I must say!) when in through the door came the one person I did not want to see. I call her Motormouth or MM for short. You will all recognize MM from grade school, high school, or college.  She is the one who thinks she is the only person in the class and the instructor is there to answer her questions ( and hers alone) to assist her with any and all problems she may encounter( and they are numerous) and to listen to all of her relevant ( and irrelevant) stories.  She is also the one who takes up twice as much room as anyone else as she has brought a small trailer full of supplies ( I wasn’t sure what I would need so I brought everything!).

Now I am an adult and for the most part,  can dismiss people such as MM as needy, full of self-doubt, etc., but by the time the lunch break came, I was ready to jump in my car and go to Petco for a muzzle ( and there were others offering to chip in to cover my expenses!)

I wisely took myself outside for a few minutes to gather my thoughts (and search my car for earplugs) when who should walk out the door but MM herself.  We proceeded to exchange niceties, as we are acquaintances after all, and then she commented on how much she was learning in the class and how attentive the instructor was.  Well, Auntie has a threshold and it had been reached! I agreed with MM that, indeed, the instructor had been most attentive to her and perhaps now that she had dipped into the well of knowledge she could allow others to receive some of the instructor’s time and attention as we had also paid cold hard cash for the class( and I assure you it was said in the nicest way and dipped in sugar).  MM for the first time since I’ve met her was struck dumb (and it looked quite good on her). She literally said nothing and walked back inside. Auntie knew this was a bad sign.

 After the lunch break, we all returned and the remainder of the class was blissfully void of MM’s outbursts.  However, as I was packing up to leave, I was approached by another classmate who proceeded to tell me that, following our conversation, MM had promptly proceeded to let others know how I had aggressively confronted her and that I clearly wasn’t a Christian.  Oh yes, I forgot to tell you that MM is “born again”.

Now, I don’t have any particular feelings one way or the other on religion.  I was raised in an Irish Catholic family (nuf said) and I am of the mind that religion is a personal thing and to each his or her own.  But I don’t care if you are Buddhist, Christian, Wicken or Orthodox, we all must learn to co-exist and share.  Oh well, I’m sure MM went home and told God all about me.  And so, (Breadbox here’s the answer to your question) I went home and fixed a pitcher of Marguaritas!!  

Songs from the Shower:  T. Rex was the correct answer! You folks are old! (just kidding, no one is older than Auntie!) And today, the shower was eerily quiet! 

So finally, Auntie’s Daily Inquiry:  What do you think Heaven looks like? Obviously, based on the above, Auntie and the handbasket will be descending so just wondering what I’ll be missing!