445 days to go

445

May 19th – 1 year 2 months and 19 days from today

9.04am Finishing my tea and in the need of writing something funny. I miss laughing. There is this pain in my guts that doesn’t let me relax.
I remember something that happened a few years ago. It wasn’t really funny, but later, when I told the story, I couldn’t stop laughing and the other persons had to laugh not because what I said was hilarious, but because my laughter was contagious.
This is what happened: We went to the man’s aunt for some holiday. Christmas or Easter, I can’t remember. Before we got to her house, she had arranged the table in the middle of the living room. Usually she puts the table on one side and moves the sofa, but this time, she decided to move a glass table she has in front of the TV and place the big table there.
My kids were behaving quite nicely, but of course, some of their food fell to the ground. I said: “I’ll clean it later”, like, I’m going to clean the floor after we finish lunch. I knew that more food could fall to the ground because we still had to eat dessert.
As soon as we finished, she started clearing the table. Then she took a used napkin, threw it at me and said: “Clean now”.
OMG, you should have seen my face. Or my eyes, because I’m pretty sure I couldn’t hide the rage. I’m not sure what pissed me off more, if the “Clean it” or that she threw the napkin at me instead of giving it to me. So I took the napkin, bent under the table, count up to 400 hundred and then I started to clean. I smiled when I discovered that the napkin was full of grease and that it was leaving a trace that was far worse than the 5 crumbles that were there before. So what I decided to do was to extend my “cleaning” as much as I could under the table and let the fat trace all around thinking: “This will teach you a fucking lesson”. I really had to hide my laughter then. I remember the man asking: “Why are you laughing?” “I’ll tell you later”. And that later had to be when we were in the car going back home because I just couldn’t speak without laughing. And I had to avoid looking at the floor because if I did it, I started laughing again.
Next day I called my mom to tell her and I think it took me 20 minutes to finish the story because tears came to my eyes and I couldn’t stop laughing. I also told the story to a friend and she still remembers it. What a childish thing to do!! But how great it felt!!
I’m sorry. I know I can be mean. But there are some things that are just stronger than me. I know I would have cleaned all her flat without she even having to ask for it. But the way she did it… It just pissed me off!!! Manners… they are VERY important!!

Some of my lavenders are blooming!! I love the smell.

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~ by DotedOn on May 19, 2014.

4 Responses to “445 days to go”

  1. Laughing like mad here!!!!

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  2. The aunt sounds like a meanie. Did she ever bring up this to you again?

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  3. No 🙂
    I guess she understood I didn’t like the way she asked… (And that day I was the meanie and I really enjoyed it :D)

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