Well, EXCUSE ME for Caring!

"Why do you have to leave now?"

"I have to work, why else!"

"You can go in a little late today... pleaassseeeee!!"

"No, I can't, have to see a client around noon."

"Well then go around 11, it'll give you plenty of time and you can get some rest."

*annoyed glance in my direction*

"10? "

"Look, I don't know the exact time she'll show up, what if she arrives at 10 and I'm not there?"

"Ask her then?"

*silence*

"You havent't slept all..."

"What the hell is your problem? What do you have against me and work? Why don't you understand this is serious, it's not a joke, this is real life! It's not a game that I only play when I feel like it, this is how I earn a living, how I put food on the table!"

"I just thought..."

"No, do me a favor and don't think!"

"Forget it... do what you want..."

And as he walked away I added,

"By the way, my problem is that I love you."

Eazie Peazie

When you are too tired

 To even think about what to make for dinner,

Make 'reservations'!

Who Said Life Would Be Fair?

... If too much of a good thing is bad,

Why isn't too much of a bad thing, good? ...

Hmph!

The Devil Wears Prada and Eats Chocolate for Breakfast!

Having the usual 9:30 p.m. munchies, I opened my fridge today and spotted the beautiful, fuchsia and gold, box of chocolates sitting all pretty and innocent on the top shelf. The lid all done up in a big, chiffon bow, lying elegantly beside the box, leaving it half open, showing just enough of its enticing contents. It looked coy almost... inviting... I could have sworn it said "eat me"!

I reached for the lid...

"Naah, I shouldn't", I thought and quickly put it back on the box, not leaving it half open this time.

"One wouldn't hurt", said the box.

I picked it up and was about to lift the lid when I thought,"Yeah right, like I'll eat one!".

I shoved the box behind the bread where I wouldn't be able to see it and switched my gaze, and interest towards the vegetable basket.

"Hmmmm, carrots..."

Yep, I ate 'em all!

And I am not talking about the carrots!

Pointing Finger, Point At Thyself!

....Why Practice, when it is so much more convenient to Preach?....

Where do I know her from?

I was browsing the shoe section, lusting again after those ridiculously high gladiator heels, debating whether I should finally buy them or wait till they would go on sale. Gorgeous as they were, I did not need another pair of heels I would never wear.

That's when I saw her, rushing past me in an uneasy state of panic almost, telling her son to stop grabbing things in an agitated, audible whisper. She was taking large, hurried steps, looking behind herself again and again, which is why she probably didn't notice me. I looked to see if one of those perverts who hang about at women's department stores was following her, but didn't see anyone. Maybe he got scared that she would make a complaint when he saw how panicky she had gotten and left. I realized I was staring at her and looked away.

Where had I seen her son? He couldn't be older than three and had pretty, hazel-ish eyes. I knew that eventhough i hadn't looked at them, because I was sure I had seen them before! I strained so hard to remember that i forgot all about the heels. I was annoyed that I still couldn't remember. I considered going upto her to refresh my memory and to tell her that she should tell security if someone was trying to harass her, but I got distracted by an unusual looking, purple candle. "Perfect for that empty spot on my dresser", I thought, as I decided that she was probably rushing because her husband was waiting impatiently in his car outside. Maybe I was thinking like a drama queen again, so without giving it a second thought, I continued my shopping spree at the Home Decor department.

A half an hour later, we had paid for our purchases and were just about to leave the store when it happened, the loud and obnoxious, almost siren-like, rapid beep beep beep beep beep....
Everyone looked towards the store's large, glass doors, there she was again, it was her bag that had triggered the sound. The store employees should really be more thorough in removing those metal thingamajigs from their customer's purchases! I felt annoyed on her behalf and wondered why she hadn't left as yet, especially since she had been in such a rush thirty minutes ago. Her husband must be fuming by now!

I turned my gaze towards her. She had an almost forced, surprised look on her face, and in what seemed like an impulse, instead of handing over that skimpy looking plastic shopping bag to the security guard, she shoved her purse infront of him! At that moment, I knew she had been shop-lifting, and so did the security guard.

"Maybe it's something metal, maybe it's something metal", she kept repeating, trying to hide her embarassment and panic. The security guard was now calling for the store manager on the intercom.

"What do you want to have for dinner? Mexican or Lebanese?", asked my husband as we walked out of the store.
"Hmm, what?", I asked, trying to pay attention to what he was saying.

I clutched the shopping bag holding the unusual looking, purple candle a little tighter, as I took a last look back at her, feeling relieved we hadn't recognized each other and that I hadn't gone upto her before, and saved her the extra embarassment!

Time to Detach

Some people are like a snagged nail... sure, it used to be a part of you, but who wants to keep a potentially painful, jagged bit of uselessness?

You don't love me...

"Do you really think I dont love you? Don't I care about you?"

"You do... But you do it because you have to! What does that have to do with love? You care about everyone else too, it's your nature..."

"I care most about you", he said, looking wounded...

I didn't say anything, because I believed him, because it was true.

My Sweet Prison

I, sometimes, feel like my life is a slightly claustrophobic box made of honeycomb candy... I can easily shatter it if i want... and that will leave me being, not only FREE, but also sitting in a HUGE MESS!