August 15, 2004

If The Shoe Fits...

I didn't want to see the suckage that is Alien Vs. Predator alone, so I dragged Morn along with me. If I had to suffer, SHE had to suffer. I even managed to sucker her into paying, which was nice.

But before the movie, we went into the bookstore next to the theatre and just wandered around for a bit.

I got sick and tired of looking through the Harlequin Romance section (I've read them all) so I went to find her. She was in the "Self-Help" section.

Oh, this is priceless, I thought. Is she buying a Dr. Phil book? A Dr. Laura book? A Dr. Teeth book?

I figured I'd get months of mileage out of this. I'm mature that way. But no…when I snuck up on her, the book she was looking at was called:

DEALING WITH THE SELF-ABSORBED

Uh-oh.

So I nonchalantly asked her…"So, what is that for? Dealing with your mother?"

She looked at me. She blinked once. She blinked twice. A third blink. Her face was impassive. Then she spoke:

"Sure. Go with that."

I chuckled, because I've known her mother for years, and while I wouldn't call her self-absorbed, I guess she can be a little…

HEY!!!!!!!

I AM NOT SELF ABSORBED!

Look at this awesome picture of me. Does this gorgeous, handsome creature LOOK like someone who's self-absorbed?

I rest my case. Morn, I'm awaiting your apology.

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