Last night, The Goose and I were out shopping and he mentions that DQ (from Drunken Blogging fame) had pulled the rug out from under her man on a major purchase. My jaw drops and I stare at The Goose in disbelief! Nuh-uh?!
DQ has made a point of bragging to all of us on a regular basis about this purchase and her allowing her man to make it. She had even mentioned it to me a few days ago! How could she break his heart that way after assuring him it was a done deal all this time? Poor fella! Goosey-boy said the guy was pretty devestated by the whole thing. We commiserated back and forth a bit more about the situation and then I made a statement that I would never pull a stunt like that. The Goose LAUGHED then said:
I stuttered, “W-w-w–!”
I whipped my head around toward him then back to staring straight ahead and I started grinding my teeth. Oh. No. He. Didn’t.
I’m sitting there in puffed-up indignation with steam starting to roll out of my ears when I notice this racket inside my head. A bunch of high-pitched squeaking and jumping up and down, Oh great, the squirrel fell of the wheel again! So I paused to consider what the squirrel had to say…
then a wicked grin spread across my face and I turned to him again with these words:“You’re right Goosey-boy! I am GOLD STAR and I’m going to spend the rest of YOUR life being the best at it that I can be.”
I should have taken a picture…