So I’m learning more and more that The Beck…moi – is a closet anti- social. It’s really sad. I’m trying to not be so much like me – but dadgumit, it’s just difficult. I swear, I think I’ve depleted all of my social skillz in the past few days. And y’all – I ain’t really done much mixin’ unt minglin’.
You know – I love to catch a giggle and a cup of coffee with a new face, I really do. But when momma turtle is ready to get back in her cozy shell…in all of her bra-less, cozy-socked, glasses wearing glory…do not – I repeat DO NOT try to stop her. That turtle hoe will make your mixing miserable. She certainly will.
My hubby and I, along with his sis and hubs are cruising together this week. They have made fun of my granny butt every day so far! It’s cool…I told them that the beauty of an adult vacation is that we can do whatever we want, and I happen to want to go to sleep early – At least early by cruise ship standards.
Hey, why is no one making fun of them for going to a comedy show at midnight? MIDNIGHT for crying out loud! Geez. I’m tip toeing around our room at the late hour of 7:30 AM trying to get a dern cup of that good black drank and have my morning soak in the tub. So far I’ve averaged about 3 hot baths a day on this vacation. All by my anti-social self! Lol…
SO – Will I be working on this somehow negatively looked upon characteristic of mine?
Hockey sticks, no.
I don’t see the point.
To all my closet anti-socials out there…Cheers! To all you others…I’ll be in bed at 10 tonight watching TBS while you find the happening spot on the cruise ship – And only ’cause they made me eat dinner at 8:30 PM – Otherwise it woulda been around 9…or 8:30:)