On Being Ornery

One of the great things about getting sleep is that it restores my ability to be ornery.  I like being ornery.  Ornery is the dispassionate way of getting revenge, in a cheerful sort of way – at least that’s my opinion (insert smile, little head bob to the left and right, and some blinks).  Most times I don’t act on my orneriness; rather I sit at my desk and swell in the joy of it – just a little.  This morning I got to swell in my joy when I saw an email referring to spouse-man and myself as my stepdaughter’s parents.  Well?  Why not?  We have the same last name after all.  I can’t help it if The Mother took her present husband’s last name can I?  I have never represented myself as my stepdaughter’s mother at any time, nor have given the illusion of it.  However, The Mother was included on this email.  I would put some semi-serious dollars on it that there might be a little fixing of someone’s foe-paw in the background.  We can’t head off down this little conduit letting everyone think that spouse-man is his daughter’s parent, now can we?

Respectfully, in an ornery kind of way, I’ll sit back and wait for the repercussions of this one - hey, I didn't start it.  Maybe I’ll be surprised and nothing will come of it … we’ll see.

Comments

[Tulip Girl]

I love it when you are ornery. You make me laugh!

[Stephanie]

You make me laugh, too. Ornery is a good thing. Let's get together and make a book of orneriness... How to Drive the Ex-Wife Crazier Than She Is, we'll call it. I have to go cook some things up now...