Difficult people (not that I'm easy)

While up with the pretty baby monkeybutt wiggleworm, I wrapped up some of my nonprofit work and sent off two painfully long emails (I was trying to explain so, so, so much without creating more miscommunication) as follow-up to an upsetting incident from the board meeting earlier that night.

What I really wanted to write was, "Dude, WTF?"

Or maybe, "Perhaps if you told your doctor about the produce lodged in your rear, he or she could do something about it so we could all get along better. Meaning... so you could not act like an insecure and hypersensitive, crotchety donkey."

But I didn't write that at all. I wasn't even thinking the latter thoughts when it was all happening. I was just stunned at the vitriol.

Whoever wants specifics will have to call me in person. Only if you don't know any of the other parties involved will you get juicy details. See? That's how good I'm being.