Damn you, Muppets

So this must be what they mean re. “parenting is hard”. Like when your dadgum kid posts a link to an epic tale (in the real sense of epic, not the douchey current one), and you are COMPELLED to read. And read. And read. And then go drink wine. Sheesh.

Man, there’s just WAY too much familiarity in that story, though, blessedly, not all from one relationship (that poor woman), and not recently (bless). The initial part with the online stuffs, though… crikey, I hadn’t remembered how that felt in a long, long time. (Hey, there’s gotta be something big goin’ on if it’s enough to ship a girl off to Australia.)

Let that be a lesson to us all — avoid internet Americans! (Surely there can’t be that many out there…) 🙂

And all my best to Ms. McDimple, though she’s a couple years out from the end of that tale now (still…). Been there, sister. Been there.

2 Replies to “Damn you, Muppets”

  1. Thanks so much for the link! And thanks for reading it! I went through several bottles of wine while writing it, let me tell you. I’m happy to report, however, that I’m feeling so much better about the whole thing now. It was several years ago and both the passage of time and writing about it did their magic. I’ll never forget the experience but I’m no longer saddled by it. I’m so grateful. And I’m really grateful that people are still finding the story a few years later. It’s awesome.

    Thanks again,
    Curly 🙂

  2. Hahahahaaa! That’s what kids are for, melle – upsetting you with tragic, emotional, addictive personal tales on their friends’ websites. I’m sorry. I hope the wine was soothing.

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