SassyBlonde

Dear Universe,

I would like to apologize for whatever I've done to piss you off lately. Obviously there must be something very, very wrong with our relationship that I've failed to address in the last four months, and I would like to do whatever I can to help bring us to a better place in our interpersonal relations.

When my husband lost his job, I just thought it was a bad turn, but you've been kicking a girl when she's down and generally playing dirty. I would have considered any bad karma debt evened out with that-- I mean, it was a pretty all-consuming master stroke, but the past week or so, you've been adding insult to injury in ways that make me want to poke my eye out with a fork. As for the whole gig-bailing friend thing, well, that was underhanded enough, but then there was the "You park like an asshole" note which creeped around my windshield under the wiper for the whole forty-five minute drive to the matinee show (ummm... hello, I was parked in my own driveway this morning... I am so confused.) Did you have to give me a flat tire on the way to my show tonight? And seriously, I had already fixed the tire, but did you have to make that cork fall off my sax five minutes before the downbeat once I got there? I'll let the fact that my audition CD was a non-starter go, because that's beyond either of our control, but seriously, I can't take it anymore.

I am a quivering heap of badly disillusioned humanity at the moment. You've done your job. I realize that I am but dust under your feet and you can own me at will (I felt the bitty earthquake the other day-- that's proof enough for anyone.) I get it. Now will you lay off please?

Sincerely,

Sassy B.

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Yeah, you read that right-- I got the skinny letter from the recipients of the much fretted over audition CD-- it's a "no" for this one. Ah well, their loss, and not the end of the world for a lot of reasons. More luck next time and back to the grindstone, I guess.