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:

Very low-maintenance.

(Generally)

*****

Little related “added value:”

Abusive Lovely Muse–Chapter Two or More “musiness” found here: and here: