Met Blue Poet

Hmmh the day was going on just well. Woke up late after taking a sleeping pill…two movies in the morning in my favorite spiderman pyjamas… Late in the afternoon I logged onto messenger and started chatting with Mshairi and Blue…Then all of a sudden the Poet has this urge to meet me…like it was some last dying wish before they remove the oxygen tubes! We’re chatting away freely with Mshairi…and it hits him “Am meeting you today, Nick!” No amount of changing the topic…or laughing it off was gonna offset his notion…he had decided he was meeting the son he never had! He is not easily dissuaded-he was up there in his tutu on the balance beam and nothing was going to make him lose balance! I was under pressure/coerced/damn well near bullied!!!! Tried diverting my cell to my answering machine…nada! Tried diverting my phone to his line…nada! Heck said on Wednesdays I’m a transvestite in a tight nighty…nada! Fate had been sealed, BLUE was DESTINED to meet NICK

So I gave up…gave in...not to mention Mshairi was there fanning flames by the sidelines asking why on earth I won’t meet her hubby to be. To paraphrase “Nephew you best behave and meet here your Uncle…you’re not too old to put on my knee for a hard spanking! I’m a spank you into a man, you lil coward! You hear boy!!! Now hush and meet the man! And while you’re at it get him some denture cleanser!!! Now hustle child!”

I begged and pleaded with her, “But I don’ wanna!!!” almost throwing a tantrum but Aunty wasn’t having none of that-so this child hustled and for the rest of the story of MEETING WITH BLUE…check tomorrow’s post!!!!