Mr. O and the Flibbertigibbet
03/06/2007
Ever since Mr. O read the post about Flibbertigibbet, he has been using that as an excuse to reduce any time I might spent around her. I think he would have found any excuse because I found her difficult to be around and told him what I thought the first time I met her. This weekend there was a birthday party for one of his friends, and the Flibbertigibbet was helping with the party. According to him, she had even coerced a ride out of him. Now, I have no idea how that happened. He seems to have no trouble saying “no” to me, although he usually doesn’t say the word. He told me that he would have asked me to go along, but he said he was trying to do me a favor by minimizing contact with her. What a story! I told him he should let me make my own decision. He also reminded me that I blogged about her using a “buck-fifty” word rather than a “fifty-cent” word. However, he must love the description in flibbertigibbet because he uses that instead of her name. Unfortunately, she shares the same name as the car in Stephen King’s novel. It’s too bad that I don’t remember the movie very well, or I could make some very interesting analogies.
New development…
As I write, he’s chatting with her and telling me about it. She once decided to stop talking to him. Maybe she will get mad enough to do so again. She drains your energy. I described her as a Jack Russell who can talk. Imagine a spastic dog with English skills. I have trouble with spastic dogs–forget talking ones. I think he’s seriously contemplating reducing the time he spends around her.









