The week started okay. I was feeling really productive and getting a bunch of stuff done. Things that have been sitting half finished for months were getting finished, cleaned up and put away. No problems at all. Then it hit. I discovered a dark secret in one of my key relationships. My, so called, best friend has never seen SpaceBalls. Instantly the thoughts and accusations ran through my mind. I mean, what kind of a world are we living in? What else is she missing? How much of life? Is this my fault? Am I to blame? Should I have been more dilligent? Maybe I should have made more references so that I could have picked up on it sooner. Can I still be friends with this woman? I don’t know. I just don’t know.
It was one thing when she said she didn’t like pumpkin pie…but she’s a friend. People are allowed their quirks. And later my loyalty was pushed still further when I discovered she hates applesauce. I mean, wow. We’ve been through a lot but that one was tough. But now… Never seen Spaceballs?!? Were you raised in a cave?!?
But it’s fixable. This one I can fix. I’ll just have to set her down and glue her eyelids open while Mel Brooks works more of his much beloved magic. And then comes the list. I can’t believe I’ve been so remiss. She says she’s seen Princess Bride, but how can I be sure? What else is she hiding from me?