On Sunday I posted a list of ten things that make me happy. I was naming them off the top of my head. It wasn't like I went through a long nomination and voting process to determine them, or the order. They weren't supposed to be my favorite things, just things that make me happy. I picked them randomly, and with an eye towards the absurd, and what might make people laugh.
Well, Tara wasn't laughing. In fact, she was mad. She didn't get that I said sarcasm made me happy, and that that meant her, she wanted to be mentioned by name, and left a comment to that affect.
Whatever. I don't even make the top ten? I got edged out by PASTA? Also - I don't like it that I'm now so far down the list of your blog topics. Below WORK and YOUR DOG. That's it, I'm not reading your damn blog anymore. Ok, I will, but I will no longer make Kent feel guilty for not reading it. Then I'm going to call your mom and we will talk about how YOUR STOVE IS DIRTY!See how mean she is? Tara doesn't just stick with normal insults, she has to cut to the core. She knows my soft spots, and goes right after them. Most people would have the decency not to go after my fears of a filthy stove, and an unread blog, but Tara isn't most people.
So, because she scares me, I will admit it: Tara makes me happy. Oh, that sounds so gay. And not in a good homosexual way -- in a junior high insult way. Of course, the fact that she totally gets that, and will totally agree is one of the reasons she makes me happy. Well, that and our shared love of wine, pedicures, cheese, fun pants, and fried food. Oh, and making fun of bad television. And the plays of Edward Albee. I will even forgive her for holding her knowledge of said plays over my head. And yes, I know those last two sentences make us both sound like assholes.
Tara is pretty awesome. If she had been sitting right in front of me instead of a bowl of pasta and a glass of wine, she would have made the initial list. Of course, complaining about it got her a post of her own. I just hope this doesn't set a precedent.
Oh, man, I am so screwed.