Monday, July 05, 2010

Frustration; or, the Story Port-a-Potty.

So I have a REALLY GOOD story of something that happened today. As in, the story is really good. Not necessarily the what-happened part. Because that wasn't so great. But the story itself is one that would be great for blogging about.

And I really want to tell this story. Because, as I said, it's a really good story.

Tangent (not at all related to what happened today): I had an acquaintance a while back who pretty much hated me but loved drama and sharing juicy stories. One day I was the only person around when this acquaintance had a particularly juicy story and NEEDED to share it with someone like I need to run to the bathroom when Jr. starts playing kick the bladder. So Acquaintance shared the story with me and later told a mutual friend that we had really bonded that day. From that point on, there was no hatred Scritchy-ward from this person, because I essentially had pointed Acquaintance to a story Port-a-Potty at the necessary moment.

And yes, that metaphor was a weird one, but hey, it WORKS.

Because (and here's where the tangent comes back to the point)—


For various reasons, I can't really share this story on the internet at this time.

Even though I really, really want to.

I can't even give you the super-awesome tag line that would be the facebook version of this story.

This is probably about as frustrating to me as it is to you. Seriously, great story + not being able to tell it on my blog = ARRRGH.

However . . .

This is totally a story I can share in person.

You know, in case anyone wanted to hear it.

Or happened to ask me next time they see me.

Just sayin'.

(For all you lurkers or people who unfortunately have not had the privilege of meeting me in real life yet, I'm very sorry. All I can say is, I'll post it when I can. I just don't know when that may be.)

*Please note: the actual story has NOTHING to do with port-a-potties whatsoever.


Erin said...

You... are.... EVIL!!! Like holding a chocolate bar under my nose and telling me I can't eat it. Like... like telling me you got me a present but I can't have it for 3 months! Like....well, you're just mean!

Tina said...

Um, so not fair because I can't see you in person for a very long time... you just left me hanging and I want to know the story even more now. Thanks a lot!!!!

Carrie said...

Oh, I hope it will work out for raving rabbids. You know the place and time. Expect an interview from me. ;)

Carrie said...

Dang it!!! I forgot to ask you yesterday!! You have some serious explaining to do after the bar, Missy! :)