... and not content merely to abuse me on here, my Delightful Sis does so by text as well.
Apparently, there are an awful lot of things that have a cumulative effect, which cause her to have "issues".
I quote. With permission. Oh, and with responses:
- I can cope with the fact that you want to be a vicar...
that's big of you, Dawnie.
Though I'm not sure the C of E can cope with it...
- I can live with the fact that you take Latin classes...
What's wrong with that? Though admittedly the "Old People" doing it are a little alarming.
- I accept your fetish for dressing up in public as Santa...
Fetish?? I'm just being seasonal and festive. What's the problem with that?
- And I can understand you marrying and divorcing a man, then marrying and divorcing a woman...
Yeah, well that may be a little too much information for some. Sorry if it is.
And ok, I grant that could be a problem.
But hey - everybody makes mistakes.
Twice.
Significantly differently.
And pretty drastically I suppose.
But surely it makes your life easier in your appointed task of finding me a "Someone".
As you said - you've got a lot more of the world to choose from.
So really, it's very considerate of me. Actually.
- Because you're my friend, and I love you...
Good! So you should. I'm lovely.
Not NICE. But lovely.
- But my god... you're really pushing it with the morris men! ;-)
And with all of the above to deal with, THAT's the unmanageable part???
And at least I don't actually dance.
Or have to wear bells.
Or weird costumes with baldricks & cummerbunds & stuff.
I just help out by playing the concertina.
Oh, and helping with the beer consumption.
Eccentric. That's all I am.
Nowt wrong with that.
Oh, and excuse me.
But who is it that puts a Christmas costume on her poor dog???
