Hmmmm....

Ok, now I usually try to be pretty understanding of people's quirks and personality traits, because God knows I have plenty of my own, but yesterday something happened that sorta just made me shake my head. As the three of you that read this blog know, I took a job as a copywriter in Chesapeake right at a month ago. While this was tricky since my current apartment is in Richmond, April and I had decided to reach an adult compromise and move to Williamsburg, which is about half way between both of our jobs. While we were working out the details on this, I was staying with some family friends in Yorktown.
The Scullys are my parents friends, specifically, Donna Scully is my mother's friend. The last few weeks of staying with them during the week and going home to Richmond on the weekends had been working out ok, but this past week they took a cruise. Donna and I had discussed the situation, and she had asked me if I was planning on having anybody over while they were gone, which, at the time, I wasn't. This changed, and I called and left her a message before she got on the boat, asking her if it would be ok if April came down for a few days, and to call me back if this would be a problem. I never got a call back.
The weekend went by quite nicely, April came down and were able to do some exploring of the area we would soon be living in, spent a fairly nice St. Patrick's Day together, and then went to the aquarium in Virginia Beach on Sunday. While at the aquarium Donna called me, reminding me that Matt would be getting back that day and wanted to know when I would be back at the house. I told her that April and I were already in VA Beach at the aquarium and that we would probably be back around 5. Now Donna didn't say anything to me at that point, as I made it clear that April had indeed been down for a few days, as I had stated in my message to her before she ever left.
A few hours later I get a call from my mother. Donna is pissed that I had a guest her in house while she was gone and wants me out. Now, this brings up a few points. First of all, if Donna was so pissed, she should have told me herself instead of calling my mom. I don't answer to my parents anymore, and haven't for quite a few years. Secondly, Donna knows April, knows her parents, and seemed more than willing to welcome her down for a weekend when they got back. Thirdly, my mom informed me that I needed to apologize to Donna. Yeah, that's not going to happen either. If Donna wants her apology, she can call me like a grown up and voice her issues to me, and then after I use reason on her drugged out, boozed out brain, she can apologize to me for making my life more difficult.
I try to be understanding and just go with the flow on most things, but the fact that this woman that my family has put up with on more than one occasion would get so much of an attitude over something so trifling is beyond reason. I'm under the impression that Donna and Matt will be at my brother's wedding in two weeks, so it should be fun to see what she has to say for herself then. Leave it to Psycho Donna to nearly ruin what was such a wonderful weekend up until that point. Bitch.

George R Perry