A Different Kind of Crazy (Tammie C.)

Wow! That last blog was way longer than it takes to watch my grandma eat! All I ever write about is me me ME! Sooooo....for a breath of fresh air I would like to write about some of my friends, their lives, and their ideas.

Kelly recently told me, "I love your blog! You’re much funnier when you’re not in person!"

I would add that I am also much better looking in per...Hey wait a tic! Another friend of mine recently told me a story. When I told her I was going to write about it she made me promise to change the names to protect the innocent. The only problem is that no one sounds very innocent in this story. I changed the names anyway, but only slightly.

So my friend, Grace Kelly, is residing in a very small town. You know it’s a small town if the deputy is also the sheriff, the mayor, and the only crook (Analogy courtesy of the Bar-J-Five). Being somewhat limited on her dating options, Grace decided to resume her former course with Wilbur Wright. Mid-flight, Grace remembered why the relationship had "nose-dived" in the past. A few months later she embarked on a new relationship with "the new guy" in town. The only catch, his name was Orville Wright. Yes, He's Wilbur's younger brother. She told me that the first time they kissed, all she could think about was how Orville kissed the exact same way as his older brother. Wow! If that’s true of everyone, then I may need to look up the sister of a girl I once knew. Anyway, a few months after her new relationship "took off", the older brother found out. The relationship soon crash landed as people were bailing out left and right. A lot of yelling occurred as it all went up in flames. Last I heard... Orville is headed back to Florida, Wilbur is heading nowhere, and Grace is trying to keep her feet on the ground.