Coffee Interrupted
Thinking to myself- What’s wrong with this coffee, it tastes weired? I then realized I only put in cream and sugar. There was no vanilla, no mocha flavoring, no cinnamon hazelnut, no peppermint and chocolate. Just coffee, cream and sugar. Weird! I was too asleep to remember how to make a proper cup of coffee.
At the table, with my back to her, facing the picture window I say -Will you turn the coffee pot off please?
Blossom turns the pot off and says- Are you done? You don’t want any more?
Me – I will in a minute. I just don’t want it to um ….
Blossom –To sit hot getting stronger.
Me – No. I just don’t …
Blossom – You don’t want it to sit and burn the carafe.
I’m dead silent with a look of irritation.
Blossom – Sorry.
Me – I don’t want to burn up the heating element.
Humor Destroyed
Blossom over the phone says– There’s a mother’s day cartoon of a mother fish and a bunch of her babies swimming in a pond. Each baby gave the mother a card. “Thanks mom for not letting Dad eat me, Love Chloe.”
I laughed. She read on.
Blossom - “Thanks mom for not letting Dad eat me, Love Bruce.”
I laughed more as she read the baby fish thanking their mom for not letting the father fish eat them. She then said,
Blossom - I brought it into my therapist to give to her clients whose mother left an abusive husband. “Thanks Mom for not letting Dad beat me.”
Me - Silence. More silence. My gracious you know how to ruin a good moment and depress a person.
Blossom – Sorry, would you rather I go back to humoring you?
Me – (more silence) No, I gotta go.
NOTE: No Blossom and I are NOT dating again. Don’t even let your mind go there.
Aussie Conversation: Silence-Wednesday, May 14, 2008-12:52PM EST
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Oh good, thanks for adding your note to this post: I was about to ask (with much alarm) if you and Blossom were dating again!
Beauty -
Hellllllll No we’re not dating again. The comment in my post below this one had to do with Blossom:
I can’t give you another chance. I won’t give you another chance.
I liked giving you that gift but I didn’t do it out of kindness.
You really know how to turn a small imposition into a catastrophe.
There are the same irritations, the same triggers, the same issues that make the two of us impossible to be in the same room for long without wanting to kill each other. Helllllll no we’re not back together. We talk on the phone and I admit, I’ve slept w/ the girl 3 times since we broke up (which will be a year in July). Here I talked about you gambling and I’m out banging Blossom. (I’m joking about you having a problem. I don’t really think you do but it’s fun to mess w/ you about it Miss I leave comments in my blog posts about gambling and Austin so she’ll find it and leave me a snide comment. I didn’t fall for it though did I? No, no I didn’t.) Annnyyyyway. Seeing Blossom at all is a gamble with my peace of mind. Hey a girl has needs ya know? I guess I need to screw myself over royally by associating ever so slightly with the Queen of Doom and Gloom.
I did however stop sleeping with her. This is probably wayyyy too much information but, the reason I’ve only slept w/ her 3 times is because the girl is insatiable. Blossom is bi-polar and when she’s manic she’s hypersexual and I do mean hyper!!!! I dread when she comes over here. I almost hope she’s depressed cause I just can’t keep up. I told the girl I’m not a machine but I do suggest you get one. I can not perform for hours on end. My goodness. I believe in finishing what I start ya know? Don’t start with that girl cause she’ll go on and on and on then ask for more. My God she was gonna kill me so I had to stop sleeping with her. I hear sex is good for your health but all of that can not be healthy!!! My gracious.
So, does that answer your question?
Austin
Uhm, yeah, that pretty much covers everything . . . good to know Blossom has an insatiable sexual appetite. And my spirits simply soared to hear you’ve slept with her 3 times. My, imagine if I’d gone through the whole rest of my life, and to my grave, without that little nugget of information!
Okay, so I was trying to bait you about the gambling thing. Who can blame me? You accused me of having restless leg syndrome! Hey, it’s not my leg that’s restless!
“good to know Blossom has an insatiable sexual appetite.”
Good for who Miss Restless Leg Syndrome? The woman was going to kill me!
I probably could have sent all that in an email but hey, why not put my ENTIRE life on the net instead of just my therapeutic woes? Either way, public or private you now know Blossom’s mania isn’t good for my health.
Austin
TMI ladies !!!!
But hey laughing is good for your health, right? And I’m sure to get a giggle every time I think of Blossom now.