Some who know me know that I’ve got a whole another storyline of psycho-drama in my life. I’ll spare the details. But suffice it to say that some of that drama came to full bloom this week. In any case progress was made, nobody died or went insane. However, in the midst of it P, speculated that my Karmic baggage must be really screwed up. I suppose a person could be offended by that, but, it tickled my funny bone. She speculated that in a previous life I must have been Hitler or something — which again probably passes over to poor taste, but, the absurdity caused both of us a fit of the giggles. I argued that Hitler probably came back as snail scum, or, as an intestinal parasite, rather, that I was probably just your garden variety axe murderer in my previous life (perhaps like Maggie Smith’s character “Grace Hawkins” in the movie “Keeping Mum”). The irony and absurdity got us laughing. The whole thing has real potential for a monologue or a stand up routine. We tried it out on the kids and it really bothered A. She was really defensive of me and she didn’t really see the humor — it is touching that she would go to bat for me. I think perhaps physical and emotional tiredness made it more funny for P and I — kinda giddy.

In any case I found these guys singing the blues and I thought (since, I’m a musical dunce) that I’d let them sing for me. Just, glad it is the weekend.