What? Again?

Yeah. Today at work Cooter ran something by me. He mentioned that a friend of his mom's, who is single, was over, and they were talking, and something something about finding a nice guy. Ok, see where this is heading? Cooter capped it off by saying, "When she said nice guy, you were the first person that came to mind." He was about to go on when I interrupted: "Say no more. I'm well aware of my awesomeness." He says she wants to meet me.

Anyway, yeah. While my curiousity did get the best of me, having just been a wee bit singed by the Ashley deal, I played it cool. And I asked a lot of questions. Her name is Debbie, she's like 31 or 32, lives in Newport, has never been married, and doesn't have kids. I asked more than that, but that's the stuff I remember. So I told him I'd think about it. Already Cooter is (and I'm assuming Amy is as well) trying to fast-track this. He called here a few times tonight trying to get me to come on over (I guess she was there, or at least could be summoned there easily), but I didn't pick up. I told him I was going to think about it, and I'm going to think about it. I'm not going to be forced into their timetable *again*.

Oh, did I mention that Cooter and Amy moved to Newport over the weekend? Yeah. That's really convenient for me, huh? Now they live thisclose to me. Now if the two of them have a fight, I'm in walking distance for Amy. Oh, this is going to be fantastic.

How can I get them to have a big fight? Hmmmm.

*****

Meanwhile, at work I was in one of those energized and animated sort of moods, which meant that Cooter spent the entire day -- yes the entire day -- playing the Yosemite Sam to my Bugs Bunny, and if you're versed in those cartoons you know that didn't work out well for him. I've made him a little afraid of me, too. He knows that any annoying thing he does to me, like hit me with a rubber band at close range, is coming back at him to the power of four. I'll always get revenge, and it's not going to be nice, and I'm very upfront about it. Sometimes, when I'm in the sort of mood I was in today, I can get pretty aggressive with it. But it's the worst when I'm tired, or bored, or especially both. For example, back at the X-Mas Inventory, I'd been up all night and I was bored out of my mind waiting for the computer read-outs. We were sitting around. I'd finished a bottle of lemonade, and for no reason really I lobbed it backwards over my right shoulder ... and it hit him on the side of the head. I wasn't even trying to do that. So Cooter acted like he'd been shot, and whined and moaned about a headache for the rest of the afternoon. Of course, I just laughed. (and somehow I'm still on the top of his list of nice guys?) He's never let me forget that either, and it always brings a grin to my face.

Speaking of, we have another Inventory coming up on Friday. And I'm pretty sure I'm going to be pretty bored. I told him he might want to bring a helmet.