Signora????

Yesterday was a mad Saturday morning. Now I like mad, but not in the mad sense this was. My twin brother decided he was going to pick me up, the minute I'd rolled out of bed and was brushing my teeth. He seems to think that all the world is ready for him when he is. Anyway I hung up on him as I had to finish the brushing, guilty conscience played up and called him again, and agreed to meet him in Floriana because he wanted me to show me around all the state of the art furniture he is going to install in his many properties. Nothing wrong with that, but not when you're drvien by a maniac, driving liability who is intent on braking hard every 5 seconds. And that does not really do the gut any good. Of course, being him, he had to call another girl for her opinion. Nothing wrong with Stephanie, she's a cool babe and a nice one, but it really seemed like me tallying along with them two. At a very fast pace in about 37 degrees. It might seem the heat did nothing for them two, but it did for me. It made be very bad tempered at the very least. I'd told him I'd come on condition that he drove me to a pet shop to pick up food for my kitties. And that's the first thing we did. I went to this Pet Market, things laid out beautifully, and bought something like a whole month of food for my babies, the best, nothing but the best for them. The trouble was when I went to the till, the man in charge for Italian and he called me SIGNORA???? Can you believe that. Ok by the amount I spent he'd probably have readily called me Regina, but I hated the signora, where did the signorina go? Signora, it sounded so old, well I suppose it was out of politeness, but still I'd have preferred the signorina anytime.

Anyway, back inside the driving maniac's car, we went to see bathrooms, kitchens and bedrooms. Now I am not one to go for cheap stuff, but like probably the majority of people I'd shop around and ask for a price. Not the maniac. It seems nothing has a price-tag expensive enough. He just orders what he fancies, money no problem. Good for him, but it left me wondering. I felt so poor. And it made me sad. Tears were close, but I'm a big girl, no crying. Have to put it down to the wheel of fortune. And probably brains over everything else. I have a hard time understanding this twin of mine, his understanding of love seems to have warped itself somewhere down the line. So maybe it's the wheel of fortune, plus ruthlessness being the clue. Good luck to him, but not when the money gives him a big power trip and he starts being bossy over me, making me feel like a little worm in need of charity and that I'm one big mess. I don't need charity. I just hope my wheel of fortune will favour me soon that's all. And I'm, not one big mess either, I'm a person who deserves dignity, but try telling him that, the bossy driving maniac just thinks I'm being weak.

Sunday morning, father's day and I still need to shop for dad.
So I'll stop here and write soon.
hugs
AnnMarie