The saga continues...

Sorry faithful P-natics, no conversing as of late. My relocation is complete, yet the essence of P continues to follow me. How M!? Explain this mysterious goings on that you speak of! Your narrator shall oblige. 

This site has generated a little bit of email here and there, and I do try to get to as much as possible. Mostly, these letters consist of well wishers of P and personal amusing roommate anecdotes. On occasion though, there is the crazy person who thinks that it's not creepy to say, "we should hang out, i can tell we would get along. please, be my friend." Yeah, probably not gonna happen.......until this week. 

"You're in Portland? I will tour you, and I am not crazy, I promise"

Now the recognition that the gesture could be construed as crazy, while making said gesture, intrigued me. "I know this looks crazy but it's not!" Curious. 

So I go hit up happy hour with this person...we'll call "Person", "P" - how poetic...

P:  "Hi!"

M: "Hey, nice to meet ya."

P: "Huh,"

M: "What?"

P: "I was kind of hoping you would be some kind of mutant."

M: "WHAT?"

P: "Like all bent over or couldn't talk or something like that."

      ( while saying this she has placed her arm over her head and leaned over to the side )

M: "Umm....Sorry to disappoint."

P: "It's ok. I was just really hoping you were a mutant."

M: "..."

And like that, we're off and running,,,

P: "You know those little kids that have that disease where they're all old?"

M: "Yeah."

P: "I want to adopt one of those kids, then make them think they're an alien."

M: "Oh.....my...."

P: "Or some other weird disease, but not one I could catch."

M: "Uh, yeah..."

P: "See! I told you I wasn't crazy!"

M: "You sure did!"