Tuesday, Sep 15

Today, Mrs Sponge gave me the snub. At long last, she finally got the message. Mrs Sponge may be finally over the obsession of trying to squeeze water out of a rock. This is a neighborhood of working people. Mums and Dads worked to put food on the table. Feeding one more mouth may mean the difference of having to tighten the belt one notch. Everyone is busy trying to keep their own flock together.

Mrs Sponge isn’t poor. Her husband manages his own posh eatery in the heart of town. Mrs Sponge herself is so afraid of others trying to sponge a fancy meal off her that she refuses to disclose the name and location of her hubby’s restaurant. That’s all right with me. Not that I would ever dream of eating a free meal. It wouldn’t digest well with me.

I know what it is like being unable to keep the family together because of telecommuting for work and long distance relationships. The jobs ruled the roost. Sorry, Mrs Sponge, you can’t squeeze water out of this rock.

Mrs Sponge has also tried the girl on girlfriend approach. That’ll be another post, another day.