One thing I love is how easy it is to call someone a butthead when it's behind their back, you know, from behind a keyboard. In other words, my friend Sam is a butthead for deciding to fly to Florida over the Thanksgiving weekend instead of coming home from his break at Coastal University. I mean, it's almost as warm here as it is a few hundred miles away and he can slam his college girlfriend in either state, right? Well, apparently not so right because he's not coming home to Middleton and that leaves his mom, Mrs. Caldwell, home alone for the holiday weekend. Sure, she has relatives around town, but still, right?
One thing I hate about this is that she lives basically across the street and we have to pretend that everything is alright for the next few weeks, you know, as we throw those friendly waves at each other. The second thing I hate about this that I think a few others are expecting me to step up and do something to save Sam's ass, like I have been doing since we were in school. The last thing I hate about this situation is that if I try to make her a traditional Thanksgiving meal at any level, well, then I will be arrested and charged with poisoning another human.
In other words, I'm absolutely going to bitch slap Sam whenever he does decide to come home and by that, I mean that SOB better come home for his Christmas break!
And my back up plan kind of failed before it got started. I contacted Paulette's Home Cooking Deli and asked if I could order two Turkey dinners for Thanksgiving Day and the girl said that I would have to pick them up the day before or the day after as they were closed on that Thursday. And I may be imagining this, but I think the girl slammed the down as she hung on me. Rude, right?
In other words, if Judi doesn't accept my offer to share a Turkey dinner with me on the Wednesday before the holiday, well, I may have to upgrade my bitch slap for Sam to a face punch. I mean, mom's mean everything, right? They brought your sorry ass into this world and that's forever, right? And I swear, if I have to lie and make up stupid stuff as to why we can't share a meal on the actual holiday, OMG, Sam's days of sex may be behind him! I wear some serious boots.
LOL, here's the stupid part about all of this, LOL. All those TV commercials must be filmed in the northern states because I'm not putting on a jacket and a scarf to visit Judi. LOL, shorts and a T-shirt are just fine!
"Hey Mrs. C, I just wanted to know if you wanted me to bring us over a traditional home cooked Turkey dinner next Wednesday? Um, ah, I'm busy on Thursday and I'm sure you will want to go shopping on Friday, so how about it?"
"Come in Chad. So, a traditional home cooked Turkey dinner on Wednesday, huh? Well, that sounds lovely, I mean that's a lie, but it sounds lovely. What? Is the Deli closed on Thursday?"
"What? Um, ah, hey, I'm going to kick Sam in the knees when I see him."
"LOL, no need for that. I mean, he might deserve a bitch slap, but there is no need to take him out at the knees. So, what are you thinking? Early afternoon or evening?"
"Oh, how about 6 pm? And I'll be super clean and fresh. Oh, and if you can describe the box that wine comes in, I'll pick a box up."
"Whoa, how about you bring the Turkey dinners, you know, in the plastic carrying cases and I'll bring the wine, you know, not in a box. Deal?"
"Cool. Listen, you know how we young folks are, right?"
"Hmmm, meaning?"
"Oh, with a week to go, I'll have a powerful urge to post that I have a date with an older woman on Chang. I mean, sometimes I post in my sleep."
"Well, I wouldn't want to take you away from your Chang addiction, but choose your words carefully young man. I mean, I'm 38, just don't ask me how long I have been 38. And OMG, don't use my name! I'm sure Sam follows you, right?"
"No problem. I lie on Chang like everyone else, Mrs. Jade Calder, who just happens to be 46, right?"
"Hah, I don't know anyone that old. I mean, where did you meet her? At bingo, LOL? Come on, give me a hug good bye and go. I mean, what might the neighbors think if you hang around the old lady's house, right?"
Alright, that wasn't so bad. I asked for a dinner date, I received a dinner date and I get my first hug before the date even started. Not too bad, right?
"Oh, so that's it? Four or five years ago you never missed a chance to grope my ass and now that you're all grown up, you're what, shy about things? I mean, you weren't so shy two years ago at my backyard picnic, were you Chad? Fess up or the dinner is off."
"Fine, Timmy dared me to peer through your sun dress to see if you were wearing panties. I'm sorry I got so carried away."
"Close enough. I'll see you in a week young man."
Oh, did I mention that I'll be smashing Sam's foot with a hammer the next time I see him for putting me in this situation? Never mind all that for now and check my Chang homepage. That's right, I have a dinner date with a very vibrant mature woman with a rocking body!
What? Seriously? Fine, I have a dinner date with a very vibrant cougar with a twenty something body! Ah come on, geez, I have a dinner date with a wonderful woman I know and we're going to have a great time, you know, knitting Christmas sweaters! OMGF, fine already, I'll drop the knitting part! Geez.
Are you happy now readers? I mean that worked and all because Sam called me almost immediately.
"Hey buddy, who is this hot dinner date and does she have a rocking body?"
"Ah, she's a woman so she has boobs."
"Cool dude! Listen, I'm just glad to hear that you're not going to sit around and knit a sweater. So, what are you hoping for? Doggie or Missionary? Fess up and I'll let you go."