I’m Not Even PMS-ing

*YAWN*

I just got up. I mean up out of my bed. I woke up with my alarm at 5:30 this morning. Turned over, thanked the good Lord for Columbus Day and went back to sleep. I work for a company that follows the government holiday schedule! Yippie!

What to write about today?? Lemme see. I have one. This chick, H, (Yes THAT H. Password up for grabs if you ask nicely.) claimed Manfriend had a polished manicure. First, you should know there is no way Manfriend would sit still, in a public place, getting his nails done when he could be out doing other shyt. Plus, while he enjoys his clothes and shoes, the fanciness stops right there. Not that there’s anything wrong with getting a man-mani–if you’re into that sort of thing.

She mentioned this on Saturday. I told her it wasn’t true. I’m sorry, she mentioned this in a weak attempt to justify her saying she liked men with dark polish on their nails. WTF-ever. To each his/her own. But I reserve the right to clown her at every turn.

But then H brings it up again on our eGroup. This time, I was sober, not in her house, and what bothered me is not that she recyled her defense. It was that she was checking for him THAT hard to begin with. And this, kind readers, pissed me off.

My first inclination is to not bring him around. But really, why should I change my behavior cus she seems to have a thing for my guys. Thing is, had it been almost anyone else in the crew, my response wouldn’t have jumped to, “And b*tch why were YOU checking for him THAT hard?” Readers, am I trippin??

Wasn’t this the shortest post evuh?