The other day, I had difficulty making a decision about whether to tough it out at work or take a sick day. I asked for opinions on whether I should self-flagellate myself some more or give self a break. I got many suggestions and some expressions of “if you figure it out, tell me”. Judah had one of the best ones, which is to remember that if what’s guiding your decision is Fear or Guilt, it’s probably not a good thing. Best to go against that, and just say “Grace”.
I said “Grace” a whole freaking lot. Gracegracegracegracefreakingrace. But it did help. I also made up a flowchart. When you see it spelled out, it tends to make things a little bit easier. Observe. (Click to enlarge)
Have you got any pressing decisions to make? Plug it into a flow chart! Unless it’s like whether to leave a burning building or not. Then get the heck out. You might yell “Grace” while you’re doing it, just in case.
Oh, my. Such tension as Chapter 19 opens. I can hardly contain myself. Christian’s helicopter, the Charlie Tango & Cash, is MISSING. He is immediately on the news, because now random rich businessmen are as famous as Brad Pitt. His family and Ana and some other stupid people sit around being sadfaced. For like two pages. And then, oh what a relief. Christian comes back. Hoo-freaking-ray.
Once the hooplah about the return of
Jesus Christian dies down I decide to take the opportunity to interview Dr. Grace Trapper-Keeper-Grey, otherwise known as Christian’s Mommy – the adoptive one, not the crackwhore, cause she’s dead and my Ouija board is on the fritz.
Alice: Hello Grace. How’s it going?
Grace: My poor baby was missing and we thought he was dead until just moments ago! How do you think I feel?
Alice: Well, I felt elated, but I’m guessing you had the sads.
Grace: I did, but then he returned! Oh, Alice it was a miracle! Eight hours no one saw and then about fifteen minutes of suffering and worry. Also a bunch of Ana’s irritating flashbacks. Those were the worst.
Alice: Yippee. So what happened?
Grace: Well, he showed up carrying his jacket and socks and shoes for some reason and looking tired but beautiful, of course. We all cried and shouted and I flung myself on him and said I died a thousand deaths.
Alice: This book will have that effect on you.
Grace: I asked why he didn’t call and he said his cell phone was dead.
Alice: So that’s why we were spared emails for three whole pages.
Grace: We are all so relieved he came home safe. He was such a good little boy, you know. No trouble at all. You didn’t even have to touch him, unlike that annoying Mia and Elliot, always wanting food and hugs and all that crap. If only I’d gotten them from crackwhores. Maybe they’d have turned out as well as Christipoo.
Alice: Um. Yeah. So, you really don’t know about your son’s, um, extracurricular activities do you?
Grace: There are some things that disturb me, Alice.
Alice: Really? You mean you know about the –
Grace: Karate. Yes. He thinks he’s Bruce Lee, but he still can’t break a tough brownie in two without help.
Alice: Yup, that’s the disturbing part, alright.
Grace: Also that Ana. What is wrong with that twit?
Alice: There’s just so much.
Grace: I am afraid they- they – might be having sex, Alice.
Alice: You don’t say.
Grace: Sigh. Anyway, he hugged me a bit and then he pushed me off and went to hold her while she wailed and then Elliot asked for more details about the “chopper” which makes Christian madfaced because it’s a helicopter, you see, the safest on the market.
Alice: Clearly. Now it’s a big hunk of molten metal, but whatevs.
Grace: And then Taylor said his daughter was fine.
Alice: What daughter? What does that have to do with anything?
Grace: I have no idea. Anyway, Christian said he was flying with his number two.
Grace: Ros wanted to see Mt Saint Helens, so they were only 200 feet above ground level when the helicopter caught fire, and that’s why they didn’t die and all.
Alice: 200 feet is still rather far up, isn’t it? I mean, if I fell 200 feet, I think I’d be pretty smashed up, especially if I was surrounded in metal and fire.
Grace: So he landed and he put out the fire – with a fire extinguisher – and it was so brave of him because both engines were on fire!
Alice: He put out a huge helicopter fire with . . . one fire extinguisher.
Grace: And then he used the Blackberry GPS to guide them.
Alice: I thought he had no reception.
Grace: He didn’t. But the GPS still worked because it operates by magic.
Grace: It took them four hours to walk because silly Ros wore heels.
Alice: What a bitch.
Grace: Then they hitched a ride for free with a friendly truck driver who shared his lunch.
Alice: Was he from Sesame Street perhaps? Why couldn’t they have gotten one of those homicidal maniac truck drivers?
Grace: Christian was so anxious to be back because Jose was staying with Ana and he was worried they were going to start having an affair in the eight hours he was missing.
Alice: Well, Ana does have the memory of a goldfish.
Grace: But then Christian and Ana wanted to be alone so we went home. But – do you know what happened? I just found out! Ana gave Christian his present and it was a key chain!
Alice: What a thrill.
Grace: But Alice, on the back of the keychain was the word YES! She accepted Christian’s proposal as his birthday present!
Alice: Here I was hoping for a funeral, and we get a wedding.* Crap in a hat.
* I’m still not going to that freaking wedding.