I have an imaginary friend. Yeah, like those childhood phantoms that used to exist to fill some strange void in your little childlike brain. Those times where life didn’t allow you to have any real playmates, so instead you made some up in your head. At least that is what DH has decided. You see, in two years of working with her and a year of doing lunch with her, Dh has never had the joy of meeting Sarahspace. Even when she managed to come out to our house, poor DH couldn’t swing by as he was off on an install in Elizabethtown. So since he has still not managed to meet Sarahspace in the flesh, he has determined she is a figment of my imagination. Something I’ve created to fill the ever enlarging hole in my life since moving here to Kentucky. I needed a playmate to stay sane, so my demented mind created Sarahspace to level this all out.
Of course I replied that he either had to have my insane self locked up, thereby forcing him to deal with children, all the cleaning, cooking and the like or retract that statement. I don’t think he liked that idea.
"You" may be insane. But, "he" isn't crazy. That's the way that works, right?
Posted by: Wichi Dude | August 03, 2004 at 02:13 PM
He would not be the only person who believes that I am imaginary.
Posted by: sarahspace | August 03, 2004 at 09:59 PM