Actually, The Crazy Lady is not crazy. At least I hope not. She is the lady people talk to when THEY are crazy. . . like me! But it's easier to call her The Crazy Lady than "the lady I talk to because I'm crazy".
It's like the psychiatrist who prescribes my thank-you-God-in-the-high-heavens-for-my-meds medicine. I call him The Crazy Doctor. Not to his face, of course.
Anyhoo, Ronnie and I have been visiting The Crazy Lady because Ronnie read my earlier blog posts and decided that mebbe my crazy was crazier than he realized. But we go together. Cuz that's what couples do when one of them is crazy and the other is freaked out.
I thought it might be entertaining to chronicle our visits to The Crazy Lady with her bottom line paraphrased statements:
Visit Number One: I'm glad you two are here. You definitely need to be.
Visit Number Two: Ronnie, be more understanding of and get educated on Anne's particular brand of crazy because she sho' is crazy.
Visit Number Three: You two are angry. And crazy.
Visit Number Four: Anne, do the damn laundry.
So Sayeth The Crazy Lady.
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ReplyDeleteFor your special brand of cray-cray, I prescribe a visit to Pennsylvania which would of course include some Monkey Boys.
ReplyDeleteSee, I am just as good as The Crazy Lady!