Jesus Take the Wheel

 It's the time of the week for Amber's linkup over at Goodnight Moon!

Today I was stuck in traffic. It sucked. I had my iPod on shuffle, and this song came on. It took me back to last year, when  I saw Carrie in concert, and I heard this song for the first time. I remember getting chills. So, here's to chills.

Pillow Talk: Sheet Edition

Yesterday evening I was working on Sailorman and I's registry on the Bed, Bath, and Beyond website. We don't need too much by way of the kitchen, I'm pretty much bringing the one I have here with me. Just some flatware, and pots and pans...oh and a blender. So, of course, I started looking around at bedding. All the while, I'm on chat with Sailorman. Of course, me being me, I start complaining. It goes a bit something like this:

Me: Why is it that all the pretty sheets have crap thread count and all good thread counts are ugly?
SM: I don't get why you care so much. Maybe it's because once you become an adult you no longer feel the need for patterns. The exception of course, being you and Sheldon (Big Bang Theory for all you non-nerdy readers out there)
Me: Oh well, that's not fair! Wanting some pretty subtle flowers or something is NOT on the same level as Star Wars sheets.
SM: It so is. Please explain to me what's so wrong with a solid color?
Me: Nothing. It's just boring.
SM: Ok, I don't know about you, but I don't buy sheets for their entertainment value.

At that point I just started laughing. Because really, what else can you do?

Shock

I'm starting to think I'm capable of working miracles. Or, maybe stubborn people are just my specialty. Sailorman's mom Bev called me Friday evening. She asked me if I wanted to hash things out, or just say "let's put the past behind us and move forward" what I'm gathering from that is "pretend nothing happened." I answered with a simple statement: "tell me why you have a problem with me."

After a lot of hemming and hawing, what she essentially said is this: "I've tried and cannot say anything bad about you. This has led me to the conclusion that the problem is entirely me, and for that I apologize."

Yeah. I'm in shock. This is not a woman who apologizes. Ever. She's the original stubborn, prideful, and just ornery woman on earth. Sailorman told me not to expect an apology, because even he didn't get one. One of the many reasons why I was soooo not looking forward to this phone call.

So, to hear her say: "I'm sorry for my behavior" well, that's just HUGE.

I cannot wait to tell Sailorman tomorrow, or should I say later on today.


I think that this is a victory, and for that I'm glad. She wants to be friends. I don't know if that's ever going to happen really. While I can understand her to an extent, I still don't really like her. Right now my plan is to play nice, but keep my distance. I made the mistake of thinking things were cool between us and it turned out that she was, in my opinion, inappropriately jealous of the entire time. I really don't want to have to not only deal with the drama and headaches a second time, but add being hurt on top of it all.