Not your fault. Our World is currently lacking in “astute.”
(Yeah. I am an asshole.)
Muse says (Yeah, She came home) says,
“Where have all the Cowboys gone?”
“There is one right here in front of you. Open your eyes.”
“I’ll go wash the dishes; you go have a beer.”
“There’s a good girl.”
Then she knocked the shit out of me.
“So glad you’re back.” I said, as I reached for a washcloth to stop the bleeding from my nose.
“Why did you hit me?”
“Because you’re an idiot!!
Could not argue that logic, nor that fact.
(Muse has a wicked right hook. Will endeavor in the future to not piss her off. )
(And no, I am not stupid enough to misunderstand the meaning and not-so-subtle nuance in this Paula Cole song)
And the irony that is my life.
I do love the song, however.
And I love my imaginary lover, My Beautiful Muse.
Imaginary lovers are the best kind:
Little related “added value:”