I get to be a Troll today, kind of by accident, but I've been able to get away with some random weirdness so it's been fun. A text message started it. The relationship with my Sweetheart has been rather complicated lately, not sure what we're doing. We started texting again recently. This morning, he suggested, via text, we should Skype again soon - we used to do it a couple times a week. Don't think I'm quite ready for that yet so I threw him a distraction. I responded to his text, "Skype?! Egads Man!!! I've turned into a Troll! Teeth falling out, hair falling out, wrinkly face, gained 50 pounds! Heartbreak and depression does HORRIBLE things to a girl".
He responded right away, he texts -"Yeah right."
I shoot back - "Yeah right! You wouldn't recognize me now. My girlfriend didn't even know me when she came to pick me up last night. She took one look at me screeched in fright, pointed and yelled, Ugh! Troll! I can't go anywhere with you! Then she turned and ran away. Haven't seen her since. She left me sitting in a pool of Troll Tears.
Fifteen minutes later he texts back - "You know, you can go to Hell for lying."
I text back - "Honey if I go to Hell it'll be for funner sins than lying!"
Actually, what really happened when my girlfriend came over to get me for our Girls Night - was when I opened the door she fell backwards from the shine of my Hotness! "Wow! You Go Girl! You ROCK those legs!" I do have kind of sexy legs - when my butt is covered and I'm wearing skinny jeans that is. And I really have gained two pounds . . . . . . . oh . . . . alright three pounds. But I'm hotter now than ever. Sizzle, sizzle! Only I can't tell my Sweetie that now can I? So the seed of "Troll" has been planted. We haven't seen each other in two months so I'm sure he'll be wondering.
Had a man stop me in Blockbuster today to tell me I had beautiful eyes. Very sweet. Not too bad for a Troll huh! (Of course I told my Sweetie!) By the time I got home I was too tired to be as "on it" as I usually am for my Mommy duties and carefully worded or mature responses. So I told my daughter I get to be a Troll for the rest of the day and told her the texting story. She's not only cool with it but now she's being supportive. And I get to say and do silly goofy things and get away with it. It's rather refreshing. Truth is, I know there will come a day when I AM sitting in a pool of Troll Tears. Don't think I'm going to handle it as well.
He responded right away, he texts -"Yeah right."
I shoot back - "Yeah right! You wouldn't recognize me now. My girlfriend didn't even know me when she came to pick me up last night. She took one look at me screeched in fright, pointed and yelled, Ugh! Troll! I can't go anywhere with you! Then she turned and ran away. Haven't seen her since. She left me sitting in a pool of Troll Tears.
Fifteen minutes later he texts back - "You know, you can go to Hell for lying."
I text back - "Honey if I go to Hell it'll be for funner sins than lying!"
Actually, what really happened when my girlfriend came over to get me for our Girls Night - was when I opened the door she fell backwards from the shine of my Hotness! "Wow! You Go Girl! You ROCK those legs!" I do have kind of sexy legs - when my butt is covered and I'm wearing skinny jeans that is. And I really have gained two pounds . . . . . . . oh . . . . alright three pounds. But I'm hotter now than ever. Sizzle, sizzle! Only I can't tell my Sweetie that now can I? So the seed of "Troll" has been planted. We haven't seen each other in two months so I'm sure he'll be wondering.
Had a man stop me in Blockbuster today to tell me I had beautiful eyes. Very sweet. Not too bad for a Troll huh! (Of course I told my Sweetie!) By the time I got home I was too tired to be as "on it" as I usually am for my Mommy duties and carefully worded or mature responses. So I told my daughter I get to be a Troll for the rest of the day and told her the texting story. She's not only cool with it but now she's being supportive. And I get to say and do silly goofy things and get away with it. It's rather refreshing. Truth is, I know there will come a day when I AM sitting in a pool of Troll Tears. Don't think I'm going to handle it as well.
