Which Reminds Me

Yes, I do remember the self-absorbed Denise, always whining behind my back about how I didn't do enough to help her rocket to stardom. Everyone is supposed to feel so sorry for Denise, about how her husband made her clean motel bathrooms when he owned a small motel and did not want to hire anyone. About how she works so hard as a nurse. About how she is somehow Swedish and yet Native American, too. About how her husband dumped her and then she married someone else, a missionary kid from Africa. But he was Finnish so now she lives has to live in Finland. How he taught her bad words in Finnish without her knowing what the words meant, and then she repeated that to his mother in Finland thinking she was saying something else, and then his mother was horrified, and then how Denise told us she thought that was so funny. That was weird. Actually, it is sort of a relief not to have all those South Dakota whiners buzzing around here. Why should we care about South Dakota? They never have a thought of doing anything to help us. With those obnoxious South Dakota whiners, it's just all about them. My life is complicated enough without all of Denise's problems to worry about.