Part 4: Poodle Lady & Truffle Pigs

Cocaine Princess here.

Let's review Part 3:
 
PL: Do you ever read?

Again, she placed emphasis on the word “ever.”

ME: Yes I read. I read of plenty of things.

PL: What could you possibly read? Fashion rags? The life and style section from the newspaper?

Hardy-har-har!  Poodle Lady cracked a joke. Who knew Miss Lovable had such a sense of humor. Hey I found what she said so funny I was in tears. Thankfully my telepathic message worked because my sister came by and asked our geriatric invitee if she needed anything else. PL requested another cup of coffee and more croissants. “A” looked at me and asked how I was doing.

ME: I'm just peachy sis. I'm having a ball!

I then faked a smile and gave her 2 thumbs up.

My sister gave me this “look” because she knew I was being sarcastic and of course I was.

Hmm, soooo Poodle Lady wanted to know what kind of books I read. I decided it was time.

It was time to FINALLY tell Poodle Lady out loud WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY.

My lovelies I present to you Part 4:

I thought for a couple of minutes whether or not to tell Poodle Lady what I really wanted to say and by a couple of minutes I mean one nano second.

ME: I don't just read magazines. I also read books.

Poodle Lady chuckled.

 PL: Books? I'm guessing they have titles like "How To Eat Yourself Skinny," "How To Glop On Your Mascara." Those are the only kind of books best suited for you.

WOW!! Poodle Lady cracked yet another joke! Somebody call Comedy Central. Hmm,"How To Glop On Your Mascara." As far as I know there is no beauty guide by that name but if anyone is in need of a good makeup book it would be PL. She wears more blush than Miss Piggy. I leaned slightly forward and looked right into Poodle Lady's eyes and smiling I said:
 
ME:  One of my favorite books is The Golden Compass by writer Phillip Pullman. His trilogy is absolutely brilliant. I even have The Golden Compass on DVD. Would you like me to go get it? I'll have my elder pop some popcorn. What do you say?

What can I say my lovelies other than my cheeky side came out. The only reason I mentioned that book is because I knew it would push her buttons. {If you recall from my previous posts The Golden Compass was a book banned by the Catholic School Board because of it's Anti-God message. Some fanatics went as far as saying the book shouldn't be sold in bookstores or even be allowed in the libraries. One of those people in the boycott: lovable Poodle Lady who made it very clear that anyone who read or bought the book is an Atheist. I myself am firmly against censorship and voiced my opinion. Ultimately the school board banned the book} Even though my sister was in the kitchen getting another cup of coffee and a croissant for her highness I could feel her stare. It was practically burning a hole in the back of my head. At that point I'm sure she was trying to send me one of two telepathic messages.


1} CHANGE THE SUBJECT
Changing the subject was definitely out of the subject. I never once confronted Poodle Lady nor did I ever bring it up during any of our unfortunate encounters but after 2 years I was FINALLY going to have my say and I believed I was entitled to it.

2} BE THE BIGGER PERSON
Fat Chance that was going to happen and besides that day I didn't feel like being the bigger person. I had held my tongue in long enough......... Perhaps just maybe I was wrong and should have continued to hold on to my tongue.

Poodle Lady gave me a really dirty look. It was one. GAME. SET. MATCH.

PL: Did you read my letter to the newspaper editor?

ME: You mean the one where you called me an atheist? Are you talking about that letter? If so the answer is yes. Not only did I read it but because it was so eloquently written I decided to clip it from the newspaper and frame it.

My sister returned with another cup of coffee and a plate with 3 croissants. This time she didn't leave to go back into the kitchen. Instead she sat on the cushiony arm rest of the sofa and placed her hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. It was her way of telling me to just end the discussion. Poodle Lady took a bite out of her croissant this time without dipping it into the coffee and after she was done, leaned forward and said:

PL: Any individual who reads that book or watched the movie is an atheist. YOU {and she pointed her wrinkly finger at me} are an atheist.

ME: Why because you say so?

PL: Yes!

ME: It's just a book, a work of fiction. Ease up.

PL: A book that didn't deserve to be published. It wasn't appropriate.

ME: Who appointed you to decide what is and what isn't appropriate? Did it ever occur to you that not everybody agrees with your view and that maybe it's best to let people decide on their own what they can and can't read instead of bullying everyone to agree with your narrow minded views?

Poodle Lady was on mute mode for several minutes but continued staring right into my eyes.....Again, pointing her finger at me while this time looking at "A" she said:

PL: Is that anyway for her to talk to me. I'm a guest.

My mouth was wide open but no words came out. I was speechless. I thought nothing could top a visit from The Grim Reaper until I heard Poodle Lady's statement. If only I had a voice recorder near by I would have played everything back and then she could hear the things that came spewing out of her mouth. Hmm, then again what would have been the point? She probably would have flat out accused me of tampering with it. But I did learn something my lovelies: Poodle Lady doesn't like to be challenged. "A" finally decided to speak up.

A: My sister has been very hospitable towards you.

PL: You're an educator right?

A: Yes.

A: Then you should know the definition of the word "hospitable." I didn't hear her offer me a place to sit or if I wanted anything to drink. You've been hospitable. She's been mouthy.

HERE'S WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY:
You are a fruit cake. Seek help.

BUT HERE'S WHAT I SAID:
Looking at my sister who was about to say something, I stood up and said to her:

ME: Don't even bother. She's all yours. I'll be downstairs. Call me when the meeting is over.

I went into the rec room and laid myself down on the sofa trying to get that weird woman out of my head. I picked up the remote from the nearby ottoman and turned on the TV and then quickly shut it off. I wasn't in the mood. Instead I reached for my MP3, put on my headphones, pressed play and closed my eyes........

I was listening to Madonna and was nearing the 5th song when I began to feel several taps on my stomach and one very hard tap on my forehead. I opened my eyes and was startled to see 1, 2, 3.....7 little lambs surrounding me including Froggie, The Pint Sized Dictator {PSD} and a few others I recognized and some I didn't. I turned off my player, removed my headphones and sat up.

ME: Hi guys.

PSD: Can we watch a DVD?

ME: Yeah. Pick something out you like.

He and a couple of others made their way to the DVD library.

LITTLE GIRL: Were you listening to Justin Bieber? Because I like him.

ME: I was listening to somebody else.

LITTLE GIRL: Was it Britney Spears? Because I like her too. I like her new song "3" It's all about the number 3 you know. 1,2,3.

{Those of you who have seen the video or have heard the song know Ms. Spears is  saying a lot more than counting to the number 3. She continued}

May I please hear who you're listening to?

I gave her my MP3. Froggie who locked his arm in mine asked how I had been doing? When I gave him my reply I in turn asked him the same question.

FROGGIE: Gosh darn I can't complain friend. Were you sleeping? 'Cause it looked like you were.

ME: I wasn't asleep. I was only resting my eyes.

FROGGIE: Oh. {pause} Sometimes daddy tells me he and mommy are going upstairs to rest their eyes.

I requested that he repeat that sentence just to make sure I heard him correctly. I did.

ME: Your daddy actually tells you that?

Froggie nodded his little head while scratching it. I had to ask him this:

ME: And where exactly are you when mommy and daddy are "resting their eyes?"

FROGGIE: With my nanny. Mostly we play video games but we won't be doing that anymore. Mommy and daddy signed me up for karate lessons and a swimming group on Saturdays and Sundays. I have my very first karate lesson next week.

Before I had a chance to respond, PSD selected a DVD he wanted to watch. He was sitting on the carpet and waving the DVD in the air.

PSD: Can we watch this one?

ME: Bring it over here please and let me see.

I assumed he picked something from the Disney shelf. Once again I was wrong. I had broken the record on how many times I had been wrong in one day. He approached me and the held the DVD in front of him. GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY THE BOY PICKED OUT 9 1/2 WEEKS. The PSD had a very cheeky look on his face.

PSD: It looks good.

ME: No, no, no you definitely don't want to be watching that one.

I took the DVD from his hands and put it on a shelf that was out of his reach.

PSD: What's it about?

ME: Ask me that question again when you turn 18.
 
FROGGIE: You know what movie I saw? 'What About Bob?' I saw it with my Nana.
 
ME: That's a really funny movie. I've seen that one too.


FROGGIE: It's a hoot! Bob follows his doctor and makes him crazy.

I led PSD to the G-rated section and he began to grumble.

PSD: These are all for babies.

ME: Which is what you are. I have a better idea: rather than watch a movie my sister made all this yummy food for you guys so why don't we go back upstairs and fill our tummies.

In unison they said "NO" except for the one with my MP3. She was off in her own musical world.

LITTLE BOY: We don't want to. Poodle Lady is there.

LITTLE BOY#2: She's mean. I walked across her lawn and she came out and yelled at me.

ME: I can promise you she won't be yelling at you or at anyone of you. Okay?

LITTLE GIRL: Poodle Lady is scary.....and cranky.

ME: Trust me she's harmless.

I gathered the lambs and proceeded to take them back upstairs. Halfway up Froggie stopped because he had something to share with me:

FROGGIE: I heard daddy tell mommy once Poodle Lady should go on Prozac. I don't know what the heck that means but mommy said yes.

To Be Continued....


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Dearest Mom,

On this day the heavens decided it was time for you to take your eternal slumber. It still hurts when I think about you but I know there will come a time when it won't hurt so much. 

You once dedicated a song to me: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P2jZPclno3s

Today I dedicate a song never really made any sense but we always had fun singing it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQnqNLeiWKw  



Have you heard? The band is in the studio working on a new album scheduled to be released in 2010. No worries because you know very well as soon as they announce their tour me and "A" will be at their concert on your behalf.

Te Amo. Le Falto. 

Deseo Que Usted Estuviera Aqui. 

Amor Por Siempre,

Princesa Colombiana

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a superb weekend.-x


XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Part 3: Poodle Lady & Truffle Pigs

 

 Cocaine Princess here.


Let's review Part 2:


The doorbell rang again.

“There’s no way I’m answering that,” I stated.

“And I wasn’t going to ask you darling,” A said exiting the kitchen.

The Grim Reaper already paid me a visit. Who could it be now, Satan’s Secretary perhaps?

Nope but I was very close.

It was....her....

Poodle Lady.

I recognized her voice. It’s piercingly shrilly.

“I brought my inside slippers, can I wear these?” she asked.

“Sure you can,” replied A.

"Inside slippers," I thought to myself while rolling my eyes. I could hardly wait to see her slippers and I could hardly wait to see if her pooch’s paws would be in matching slippers too.  

PART 3:


“Where should I sit?” asked Poodle Lady.

“I could think of a few places,” I thought quietly in my head.

“Wherever you like. Make yourself at home,” answered "A"

Where did Poodle Lady decide to park her rear? Directly across from me. Of all the places she could have picked why oh why did she choose to sit there? There were so many other places so I wouldn’t have to look at her. For instance:

A} She could have sat in the kitchen and kept my sister company.

B} Wait in the foyer until the other guests arrived so I would 
     not have to deal with her.

C} My personal favorite: Wait out on the front porch until the other
     guests arrived.
 
Yeah, "C" would have been so perfect.


She was sitting so directly across from me that if you were to draw a line from where she was to where I was it would be perfectly straight. Her pooch: you've seen people strap their babies on their backs and on their stomachs? Her precious poodle was strapped to her stomach. She or he {and I say that because I really have no idea whether her poodle named "Baby" is a male or female} was wagging its tongue and it like its’ owner was staring right at me. I smiled at our house guest and said:


ME: Hello. How have you been?

Now a typical response from a normal human being would be something along the line like:

“Fine, thank you. And yourself?”

Right my lovelies? But in the years that I have come to know this woman I’ve reached the conclusion she is anything but normal or typical and I’ve yet to determine whether or not she is human. Her response after giving me one of her creepy head to toe stare:

PL: Why are you so overdressed?

It’s not like I was wearing one of my Dior dresses. I was wearing a red sleeveless knit sweater dress. How that qualified as being overdressed in her weird mind is beyond me. She and her poodle on the other hand wore a matching mustard color track suit. Oh yeah her “inside slippers” were black ballerina style ones made from velor. My sister asked:

A: I have a pot of coffee brewing. May I get you a cup or would you prefer something else?

PL: Coffee’s fine. With honey if you have any.

When "A" returned back into the kitchen Poodle Lady had a question for me:

PL: Why didn’t your elder ask if you wanted any coffee?

ME: Because she knows I don’t drink it.
 
PL: Why not?

ME: I don’t like the taste of it.

“A” returned with a tray and on it was a cup of coffee, a squeezable bottle of honey with a spoon lying next to it and a plate with an assortment of her pastries neatly arranged. She laid down the tray gently on the coffee table and left leaving me in the company of a person I just simply dislike. P.L. picked up the honey bottle and squeezed some into her tea and then stirred it around with the spoon and selected one of my sister’s flaky and buttery croissants and praise God hallelujah she did because then her mouth would be busy eating and not talking to me. She tore the croissant in half and left the other half on her plate and dipped the one she had in her hands into the coffee. She must have dunked it at least 5x before finally eating it. And yes I counted. Why you ask? God I have no idea. Remember how I wrote:

“....praise God hallelujah she did because then her mouth would be busy eating and not talking to me”

Well, as she went to pick up the other half she began to interrogate me as to why I wasn’t eating. I answered because I simply wasn’t hungry. I figured the conversation would have ended there. Again, I was wrong. I've never been wrong so many times in one day. Man, I was on a roll! Her next question:
 
PL: Do you ever eat?

“What the hell kind of question was that?” I thought. Do I ever eat? And she put great emphasis on the word “ever.”

ME: Of course I eat.

Poodle Lady chuckled as she picked up another croissant.

PL: Could have fooled me. You look like a bag of bones.

HERE IS WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY: 
“Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? I can suggest the name of a good plastic surgeon. He might be able to iron out all those wrinkles covering your face and maybe even do something about your turkey waddle neck.”

BUT HERE IS WHAT I REALLY SAID:
Nada. It went in one ear and out the other my lovelies. I focused my attention back on the movie. It was at the part when Keith Richards’ character comes swaggering in. I couldn’t really focus my attention on the movie and here’s why: Have you ever had that really eerie feeling that someone is staring at you? Despite my eyes being fixated on that delicious pirate hottie Captain Jack {who was just named by People magazine the SEXIEST man alive} I could feel PL’s beadie eyes were on me. When I turned around she was looking right at me. She had another inquiry:

PL: Why are those statutes in here?

The statutes in which she was referring to are 2 Gargoyles. I explained usually they are kept outside in the back garden but since it’s Fall up here the statues can’t take the harsh elements due to the material they are made out of so we decided to bring them inside. She stared at them for a couple of seconds.

PL: They’re ugly.

HERE IS WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY:
“Look who's talking.”

BUT HERE IS WHAT I REALLY SAID:
“They’re suppose to be so they can prevent evil spirits from entering the home.”

PL: Does it work?

HERE IS WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY:
“Apparently not since you’re sitting in my living room.”
 
PL: What a silly thing to keep around house.

HERE IS WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY:
“Silly thing? This coming from a woman who constantly carries her Poodle strapped to her stomach as if it was actually a child AND who insists on dressing herself and her dog in matching outfits is calling my gargoyles a silly thing? Seriously?!”

BUT HERE IS WHAT I REALLY SAID:
Once more, nothing. I just kept my mouth shut and quietly in my head counted backwards from 10-1. After wards I thought hard as I tried to pinpoint the exact day and time of whatever it was I did because it became obvious to me I was being punished by karma for something I did but just couldn’t recall what. I then tried telepathically sending my sister a message to hurry and finish up whatever it was she was doing and get the hell on over here. I think on purposely she left me alone with her.
 
There was silence for a good 5 minutes until she decided to speak again. Ahh, if only she came with an off button.

PL: What are you watching?
 
ME: POTC 3. {Pirates Of The Caribbean 3}

PL: Never seen it. I don’t have time for TV.

HERE IS WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY:
“Perhaps if you spent less time thinking up ridiculous ideas for your petitions and gave up your day job of being the official busy body of the neighborhood you would have time to watch TV.”

BUT HERE IS WHAT I REALLY SAID:
“It’s a great film. I’ve seen it a few times.”

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I immediately regretted saying that last sentence. I was trying my hardest to keep my answers short. Short enough so she wouldn’t have anything to add. But of course she had to add her 2 cents.

PL: If you’ve seen it a few times why are you watching it again? You know what’s going to happen in every scene. What a waste of time.

ME: Are there not movies that you like to watch over and over again? Oh that’s right you lead such a busy life you have no time for TV.

PL: Do you ever read?

Again, she placed emphasis on the word “ever.”
 
ME: Yes I read. I read of plenty of things.

PL: What could you possibly read? Fashion rags? The life and style section from the newspaper?

Hardy-har-har!  Poodle Lady cracked a joke. Who knew Miss Lovable had such a sense of humor. Hey I found what she said so funny I was in tears. Thankfully my telepathic message worked because my sister came by and asked our geriatric invitee if she needed anything else. PL requested another cup of coffee and more croissants. “A” looked at me and asked how I was doing.

ME: I'm just peachy sis. I'm having a ball!

I then faked a smile and gave her 2 thumbs up.

My sister gave me this “look” because she knew I was being sarcastic and of course I was. 

Hmm, soooo Poodle Lady wanted to know what kind of books I read. I decided it was time. 

It was time to FINALLY tell Poodle Lady out loud WHAT I REALLY WANTED TO SAY.


To Be Continued......

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally F-R-I-D-A-Y!!
 
Whatever your plans are have a twinkling weekend.-x


XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Part 2: Poodle Lady & Truffle Pigs

Cocaine Princess here.

“Happy Friday the 13th my lovelies!”   

Let’s review:      
  
........“Poodle Lady better not refuse to take off her shoes because if she does then her and that pooch of hers are outta here,” I said.

“Don’t worry everyone knows about your “NO SHOE WEARING RULE.” 


I took a second look at the spread my sister had made.

“You could have saved yourself some time and energy by having the food catered and gone to Tim Hortons to pick up the sweet goodies.”

“I’m well aware of that darling but I wanted to make everything.”

I was puzzled and asked her why. She didn’t give me a response.  

I noticed the bowl of chocolate frosting on the counter she had used on the  cupcakes....Hmm, I bet it would be fun to run my fingers along the rim. Not only would it be fun but yummy I thought. “A” caught me staring at the bowl.

“You know you want to, go ahead.”

“No I don’t want to,” I said back. But really I did.

All of a sudden a weird feeling came over me and within seconds the doorbell rang.

It wasn’t so much like the sound of a door bell ringing as it was the sound of doomsday ringing.

It rang twice. 

Part 2:


“Do I have to answer it?” I asked.

“I only have two hands so what do you think darling?” "A" answered as she took another batch of something out of the oven.

Very slowly I began my journey towards the foyer. The doorbell rang again.


"Quit being a slow poke and just answer it now," she said in a very stern voice.



"I'm going, I'm going," I replied back. "Sheesh, you're in a bossy mood today."


When I checked to see who it was there was a neatly dressed woman and a little girl who looked no more than 5 years old wearing a cute Burberry print coat. Very stylish. I knew the woman couldn’t have been a Jehovah Witness because of her attire. The JV women {at least the ones who come knocking up here everyday} have their own unique style: They wear long trench coats, their hair is always tied back and they carry over sized briefcases and the men- 3 piece suit, long trench coats, briefcase in their hands and always a fedora sits on their head. I did however see a bunch of leaflets in her hand. I was going to communicate with her through the intercom but against my better judgment I opened the door........which turned out to be a grave mistake. And I cannot emphasize the word “grave” enough.

Me: Hello.

Woman: {Bright & Chirpy}: Good afternoon!

She extended her hand and I shook it.

Me: Good Afternoon. Can I help you?


She remained chirpy.

Woman: My name is XXXXXX. I work for XXXXX-XXXXX Funeral Home.

No that is not a typo and yes I heard her correctly. She said Funeral home. Oh but wait it gets so much better so carry on reading my lovelies.

Me: Okay.....{Slight Pause}.....And you’re here because.....

Woman: I’m glad you asked that. Did you know planning in-advanced for the death of a loved one or even yourself is becoming increasingly popular?

Hand to heaven I didn't know what to say. It was one of those “Huh?” moments. I just stood there in silence and somewhat confused.  She continued:

“The death of a loved one is a time of great loss and advanced planning can reduce stress for your family with the knowledge that your pre-plan has been completed. Your loved ones will be able to commit more time to cope and understand the loss and less time concerned with funeral arrangements and financial details. Too many pre-planning a funeral before one is needed is a sensible idea. We offer different payment plans.......”   

As she continued talking I thought to myself was this for real? Someone must be pulling a prank on me, yeah that's got to be it. I then turned my attention to her daughter. She was so sweet looking and just stood there smiling at me without a care in the world. Whether or not she understood what her mama was selling or even saying, I don’t know. Nor do I know why she would even bring her daughter along? Seriously, like why? Hmm, maybe it was “Bring Your Daughter To Work Day.”

God knows why but I turned my attention back to her mama's morbid speech.

“......This weekend we’re having an open house. You will be able to tour the home, speak one on one with our funeral director and perhaps pick out a casket. We're offering a 20% off discount this weekend only and we will be offering funeral packages. Would you be interested?”

And what was my answer to her gracious invite?:

“Eww! No! I don’t want to take a frigging tour of your funeral home! Are you crazy?”

I was stunned. It’s like she didn’t hear a word I said because this was her reply:

Woman: Or if being cremated is more your taste, we are one of the very few funeral homes in the area that has an on site crematory.

I cut her off.

“What are you some type of body snatcher who goes door to door obsessing about death? Shoo!”

At that moment Miss Bossy who had been listening the whole entire time came rushing towards the front door still in her apron and holding some type of kitchen utensil. She pushed me to one side.
 
A: Thank you for stopping by. Have a nice day.

As she went to close the door the woman still would not give up.

Woman: Before I leave please take this–

She handed my sister the leaflet.

“This has all the information including 2 passes stapled inside, directions and a list of mistakes to avoid when pre-planning a funeral. Will you be in attendance?”

A: I’ll get back to you. Thank you again.

With the leaflet in her hand she finally shut the door, paused for a brief second, turned around and shook her head while looking at me.

“Child, what is the matter with you?....Shoo? That's not how you speak to people.”
 
“A woman just rang our doorbell asking whether or not I was interested in arranging my own funeral or perhaps even yours and you’re asking what’s wrong with ME? You should be asking HER that damn question!”

My sister was quiet for several seconds before she said anything:


“I admit it is strange to be going door to door selling funeral packages.”

I went from stunned to being in shock. Actually I couldn’t quite make up my mind as to what I was more shocked at : the fact that someone tried to convince me to start planning my own funeral or the fact my sister for the first time in history had no witty or sarcastic comeback to one of my replies.

"Why didn't you come sooner to the door?"


"Because I didn't think you were going to tell a complete and total stranger Shoo," she answered.

"You know I don't like talking about funerals and everything else that goes with it. How else did you think I was going to react?"


Again no reply. But I did get a hug.


I don’t normally read the financial section of the newspaper nor do I watch any business related new shows but for those of you who do I ask you this my lovelies:

Is the funeral business that slow these days they need to send a mouthpiece to come knocking on people’s doors to drum up business? Despite the “NO SOLICITING” sign near the front door which more than often goes ignored I’ve had a lot of salespeople come ring my doorbell and try to persuade me into buying whatever it is their selling but this was a first!

In case you’re wondering the answer is yes. Yes, I feel deeply terrible for the words that came uttering out of my mouth to the woman only because her daughter was there but it was an honest gut reaction. I couldn’t help it. Oh boy she wasn't exactly the Avon Lady was she?

I fully understand death is a part of life and there comes a time when everyone must deal with it in some way or another but for me personally it’s not something I wish to think about. And as for the people who have to deal with this type of stuff everyday, I don’t know how they have the stamina to deal with grief on a daily basis. I suppose one would need to build up some type of emotional detachment from all the grief and sadness. One would have to especially if they work at a funeral home. Hmm, all of a sudden Grave Digger Billy who is Groundskeeper Willy's cousin just popped into my head.  

For some odd reason I became curious and decided to glance through the leaflet. Everything she had said word for word was printed inside. Why couldn’t she have just dropped it in the mailbox?

“Why did you say you would get in touch? Oh God you're not thinking of going are you?” I questioned A.

“Darling I was just being cordial. I didn’t mean it for goodness sakes.”    

“A” kept asking if I was okay. She knew I was thinking back to one dreadful day. I was sitting in a slumped position on the sofa clutching one of the pillows tight.

“Yeah I’m okay,” I mumbled.

“You sure darling? Wanna cupcake? They’re chocolate with fudge frosting.”

“Yes.....No.....Yes.....Well.....”       

I kept flip flopping on my answer but ultimately decided on no.

A Short While Later

The doorbell rang again.
 
“There’s no way I’m answering that,” I stated.

“And I wasn’t going to ask you darling,” A said exiting the kitchen.
 
The Grim Reaper already paid me a visit. Who could it be now, Satan’s Secretary perhaps?

Nope but I was very close.

It was....her....

Poodle Lady.

I recognized her voice. It’s piercingly shrilly.

“I brought my inside slippers, can I wear these?” she asked.

“Sure you can,” replied A.

"Inside slippers," I thought to myself while rolling my eyes. I could hardly wait to see her slippers and I could hardly wait to see if her pooch’s paws would be in matching slippers too.

To Be Continued.....

My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday!

Whatever your plans are have a sensational weekend.-x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Attack Of The Leaves

Cocaine Princess here.

Because I was so busy, busy, busy last week, this week I decided to just chill out which translates to: I hardly did anything productive including not getting around to post Part 2: "Poodle Lady & Truffle Pigs." I PROMISE next week for sure I will.


However I "leave" you with this:


Each morning I go for my run, weather permitting of course. If it's too rainy, foggy, too cold or too hot then I hit the treadmill which I will be doing soon anyways unless Mother Nature delays dropping the white fluffy stuff on us. {Fingers crossed}



As you all know it's Fall up here and for a good reason too.


Yesterday when I left the house this is what was waiting at the end of the driveway:

When I went around the block I was attacked by some more leaves. 

 

 

All I can say is fallen leaves are a lot better than snow!

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a sparkling weekend.-x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess