The Happy Narcissist

Walking into the movie auditorium I wondered to myself if this was a good idea or not. Eyeing the already seated gang of old geezers in the front row of the so-called stadium seats loudly talking because they can’t hear one another if they didn’t and coarsely laughing like they didn’t give a damn if…

Do you have a sister like my Suzi Q? You do? I’ll pray for you! You all remember my sister, Suzi Q, don’t you? I’ve written about her before. ( Intervention, Part Two – The Happy Narcissist ) Anyway, here’s an actual conversation that took place just now . . . Hey, Suzi Q! Hey…

This afternoon we were talking with a young couple of friends who have been married about a quarter of the time that Karen and I have been married, and we will have been married forty-three years this coming May, and we’ve known each other for over forty-five years now. First, we were talking about our…

Meet our “adopted” son, Bill, and his beautiful bride, Gayane, or “Gaya” for those of us who aren’t Armenian. Bill and Gaya and their son, Armen, live in Tucson, Arizona, and they all three visited us this Presidents’ Day Weekend. And this is Armen, named after his wild Armenian homeland. Armen loves all things mechanical…

A good friend sent me this photo of some stickers that he’d made or purchased yesterday that coincidentally was Presidents’ Day, a national holiday here in these dis-United States of America I usually eschew mixing politics and/or religion in my posts here on The Happy Narcissist. God only knows that my writing about my possibly…