Had the terse letter, written, stamped, sealed, and in my purse.

Was fixing to do something really stupid - NO! Not "that" self-centered and pathetically craven - just unnecessarily mean.  And yeah, there's history, there's issues.  Anyway, went upstairs and was fixin' to get into the shower, when that "quiet "tap" on the shoulder got my attention.  Well, i wanted to mail the stupid letter, anyway.  But had to change my mind, because mailing it would trash my (already botched-up) witness for Christ.  Uh-uh!  One crappy decision can certainly lead to a sheet-avalanche.  Standing there, i was at a crossroad.  Scary.  And secondly, yeah, she's a freaking braggart ...oh well, then she's a freaking braggart, but i can't do that (be so mean) to another person.  Uh, she has a soul, she has feelings too.

Anyway, took my shower, got dressed, came back downstairs, grabbed the letter, and threw it where it belongs - in the trash, along with with the ... bleech i'm still coughing up.  (Couch-surfer cold still knocks and, from the outside, spins tales tales of woe.)