Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot and a Brief Respite

I give up. I guess it's a good sign Alex does not speak lunatic, but still. She just handed the letter over and raised an eyebrow. Then I stared at the thing for a few minutes while that big vein in my forehead throbbed some more. After counting to twenty, I got it together, mildly.

"This is my fault. I told the fruitbat that I'd talk to the tech guy. She must've bugged Kenny or called Carolyn, or something, and found out it was you. Would you excuse me?" Luckily, Alex seemed to be shrugging this off pretty well, as far as I could see.

So I went into the bathroom to make a quick call, although I'm afraid I may have raised my voice a bit while doing it, especially when I was trying to get the happy harpy to stop her shrieks of laughter. It really didn't occur to her what may have been going on before, but once she pieced it together, it was loony-tune Christmas. She was still snickering when she said "Happy New Year, chump" and hung up.

Coming back out, I told Alex, "I'll see her later in the week. You don't have to come, unless you want to. Which you probably really don't."

She just gave a noncomittal "We'll see," and shrugged. "So, what do you want to do tonight? I know where we're NOT going. Do you mind staying in? I thought we could use a quiet night."

"Do I mind? No, no. That's great. It's perfect. Quiet is good." I was so relieved that she was doing that snarky smirk again, I could have died happy right then. "Of course, whatever you have planned is fine by me."

Thank the powers that be for Alex. No dirty tricks, no nasty surprises. Nice, peaceful, relaxing....it bodes pretty well for the New Year, I'd say.

MIDNIGHT UPDATE:

Happy New Year and....gobsmacked again.
That smirk; I should have known.....I don't know whether to be confused, or, or, both, I suppose.
I guess it's treachery, but it's such fun treachery...