CALL ME SNAKE

Things are looking up. I said as much last week when I “bottomed out”–having stolen my daughter’s lunch money and almost taken my kitten’s last post-op pain pill–but, true to form, I am definitely on the rebound. Make way for the “Comeback Kid.”

Today, for instance, I heard from a friend for the first time in 6 months. The last time we spoke, he was disgusted to hear I had taken up blogging–a habit he compared to “mind vomit.” He did not respond to some emails I sent after that conversation, and I was forced to conclude our friendship was over. Finit. Kaput. Termine (sp?).

But then he called. And all was forgiven. And forgotten, apparently, as he had no recollection of our springtime chat, though he apologized for the “mind vomit” crack when I reminded him of it. He even admitted to having perused my blog from time to time. Other friends of his have also taken up the “nasty habit,” and he decided he was not popular enough to write them all off. Soon, no doubt, he’ll be blogging himself, as well as playing Sudoku, and this round of “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” will be complete.