Laughing All The Way

More walking, less bleeding: Or how I spent my vacation week

I suspect I have some ‘splainin’ to do.

Swinging between rah rah rah and noncommittal is confusing, but in some cases a safety measure for all involved (me). Being less than excited meant that there was a way to minimize aches and pains, in this case a skinned knee due to Stupid Jack London (stupid is capitalized here as I am using the invective as a title). The actual fallout was a literal oozing wound. Funny I prefer this to the figurative oozing wounds of the past.

So here’s the story (or part of it)...

I’m dating a blogger. Someone who has read my entire blog. Someone whose blog I’ve read. We both want to maintain our anonymity so just like my fake name; I gave him a fake name. Bruce is nothing similar or related to his real name; it’s just something that makes sense to me.

Bruce and I have a mutual friend, also a blogger (keep up with this), heretofore, Agent X. Agent X and I are blogging friends brought together by an ignominious commonality. One day Agent X sent me an email regarding Bruce, mind you, she didn’t call him Bruce. A correspondence regarding the blogger soon to be named Bruce began. Eventually I sent an email to Bruce and he turned bright red with anxiety (“Why would Some Girl ever write to me?”).

Over time Bruce, not knowing that he had been previously discussed and therefore I knew bunches about him (even what he looks like), and I started to exchange proof of life and greater details of our private selves. While I was off making some interesting mistakes, but living life, Bruce stood by and offered some great advice.

TBC…

Hmmm, this sounds interesting . . .

Considering what I’ve been holding back, I think that this will be a series of at least 7 or 8.

Right now I am trying to convince Bruce that it’s okay if he wants to comment, but he seems pretty sure that he doesn’t want to become a real character on my blog.

I’ve also reiterated my threat to cut him off if he doesn’t do his resume. I have a feeling that I am going to have a lot more time to blog next week while Bruce is in timeout for not doing his resume.

Well, if *that* does not spur him to get his fin resume done…well…he can’t want a job that badly.

This is going to be an interesting story…can’t wait for the ending.

Clearly, Tanya, Bruce not only is very unserious about the job situation, but he also desires to draw the wrath of Some Girl. Poor silly Bruce.