Christmas came early.
So my precious Thunderstick died, and the timing could not have been worse. But after convincing myself that setting the bed on fire is a bad idea, I shrugged and said, “Oh well.”
Things have been tight because we literally just dropped almost a thousand dollars on Christmas presents for the family, and since the thing is a tad pricey, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get another one until January.
I was devastated, and quite vocal about my devastation, but life goes on, right? It was my normal habit of whining and bitching for ten minutes (okay, maybe 15 minutes), then shrugging and moving on with my life.
Until I mentioned it to star. She immediately offered to buy me a new one, asking for the brand name, and I immediately thanked her for the offer and declined, pointing out that I’d be able to get one next month.
Then she said:
The adorable, clever little brat…
And I have to say, no one has ever gotten me like that. She figured it out, though. I couldn’t help but laugh, and surrendered. Yep, she wins.
The first time I use it on her, though, she may come to regret her decision to buy it for me. That thing can be sooo very nice, and it can be sooo deliciously mean.
She’s going to become intimately and profoundly familiar with this unique ability.
…. for now…