Therapy. We Needs It
Conversations in our house are never normal. Sometimes they’re weird. Sometimes they’re scary. Sometimes they’re borderline psychotic. Kinda like me.
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*standing in the kitchen talking to Bil while I fill a glass with ice*
Me: “Do I ever scare you? I mean, do you ever worry that one day you’re going to come home to find I’ve finally totally and completely lost it?”
Bil: “There’s an ice pick in the drawer over there….”
Me: “Right. Okay then.”
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Bil: “God… another damn email with Microsoft trying to convince the world how awesome SharePoint is.”
Me: “Isn’t it awesome?”
Bil: “Have you read my blog and twitter stream??”
Me: “Well…why do you specialize in it, then?”
Bil: “You can still specialize in something if it sucks.”
Me: “Good point. I want to specialize in something that sucks too…. What sucks?”
Bil: “Pauly Shore?”
Me: “Perfect. Going to watch Encino Man now.”
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*Vista’s playing with her toys and she has Little People horse. She’s making neighing sounds that are progressively getting louder and angrier sounding*
Me: “Vista, it sounds like you have a very disagreable horse there. Maybe he needs to be put down.”
Bil: “I wonder if they make the Fisher Price Glue Factory? *in his best announcer voice* Now with real glue sounds!”
Me: “I meant she had to put the toy down, not kill the horse…”
Bil: “Oh…right….”
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So, yeah… if anyone can recommend a good therapist…