Jibber Jabber

There is an individual that we are forced to deal with on a daily basis and who doesn’t do anything for us – in face she’s extremely annoying. Her unique selling point in life is to be the biggest bug ever along with other attributes like nosy parker, gate crasher, sulk and the ever suffering ‘poor me’ facade. While we have obliged by giving into many of her whims and fancies, the others that were way over the top we firmly declined. Needless to say, she did not take kindly to this as she wanted to have her presence felt. So the next best thing in her book was to rant and rave, make comments and when nothing and no one was taking notice she went out and did the dirty by loose talk.

As we all know, bad news has a way of travelling superfast and within twenty four hours her bitter words came back to us and did they smart! We were livid (as you can imagine). Finally we had enough of this inane gossip and decide to set people right and did by moving on with more pressing issues to deal with. Unfortunately she didn’t. This went on for a while until yesterday when we received a call from her greeting us for Easter. Were we shocked!? You bet! We dissected her strategy but we realized that perhaps she was tired too. She wanted to make amends (on her terms no doubt) but she did make the first move. We settled things with a hand shake and greeted each other.

Do we keep the old grudge going or do we move on to better pastures? Only time will tell I suppose. We cannot fathom what another person thinks or wants to do or even whether the person likes us. There is no point in dwelling on this and instead let bygones be. The cat and mouse game does get boring after a while and …. perhaps she will start her jibber jabber again – which is predicable. But till then let’s give peace a chance!

Xoxo me dahlings!

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