I’m exhausted, so I better get this out before I fall asleep.
Today was one of those kinds of days that came without warning.
Just before it was time for me to wake up, I was told to look outside. Sure enough, we got another 3-4 inches of snow. From there, I could automatically see the scenario running through my mind. Get house shoveled. Get grandparents shoveled. And this needed to be done immediately.
Muse: Shoveling? I wouldn’t be caught dead out there! My servants shoveled me out while I enjoyed a nice hot shower. Breakfast was then served to me in my room. A black truffle omelet with Filet Mignon and a Danish pastry stuffed with black currants, imported from Denmark, of course. In fact, it was delivered to me by jet this morning.
I don’t care about your extravagant breakfast. Now I was talking about….
Muse: Of course you don’t! You’re just a lousy peasant! You’ll never be able to eat the kind of food I can eat. The best you can do is dream about it!
Enough with your rude attitude. I was talking about shoveling snow. Don’t you know any manners, or did you never attend a finishing school?
Muse: I just so happen to have attended one, thank you very much. And It was a pristine one that costs more than what you will ever make in a year!
I don’t care about wealth and status. I don’t know what happened in your transformation, but this turned out all wrong.
Muse: Did it? I’m in the lap of luxury and I enjoy every minute of it. I also enjoy gloating to those less fortunate than me.
Now, moving right along. I had to shovel snow. My mom and sister got the house while I shoveled at my grandparents. I shoveled their driveway and sidewalk and they paid me. I then bought some snowblower belts and came home. Following that, I shoveled the back driveway….
Muse: Poor thing. You had to shovel snow? After my delicious breakfast, I read an amazing book. It was another romance, of course….
Yes, I had to shovel snow. And I had no problem with it either. I do have a problem with you, however. What happened? Why this form?
Muse: I love this form. I also love spitting on poor people like you. Have you ever taken an herbal bath? Have you ever eaten a pound of caviar? I did so once, just to say that I did. Do you drive a Rolls Royce? I have one for each day of the week.
But why? Why is it necessary?
Muse: It’s who I am and who I became. I love this form and I never want to go back. Back to being a poor person? Why? Rich people like me are the only ones that have lives worth living.
Okay. You just offended about 95% of the world.
Muse: And I’ll do it again and again, because I can.
Get lost! If you’re going to be like this, I don’t want you around here anymore!
Muse: Rawr! The peasant doesn’t like to be told off by a woman of class like me. Fine. Enjoy your pitiful existence, peasant.
What is wrong with her? I understand that she becomes a different form every 100 days, but I didn’t expect her to turn out like this. Is there anyway to change this? Because I’m not going to have Miss High and Mighty criticize everything I say and do. She’s a spoiled rotten brat, and a total jerk! Her arrogance is unbearable and I’m not going to stand for it any longer.
Wrapping up the day, I went to work, made a delicious pizza for dinner and came home. I….miss my Muse already…. *sniff*
Today’s high was 24 degrees and the silver lining was being done with the snow and having a delicious Buffalo Chicken pizza.
To those of you who have had enough snow, I hope that you all have a fantastic day.
Muse: If that peasant could acquire any kind of wealth, I would appreciate him more. And I’m not talking pennies, but millions….
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