The Alliance

Have you ever noticed that on Survivor, some of the people who seemed to be the archest of enemies at the beginning of their ordeal are the very same people who are the FIRST to be in cahoots and forming the secret, now somewhat infamous "alliance"? I've found that my life is no different. It seems that I have not only one, but two Benedict Arnolds in my life. Both have been all nicey nice to me the last couple weeks, seemingly HATING one another, and today, I have been betrayed. Behind my somewhat naive back (the eyes in the back of my head are out of order), these two devious minds have joined evil forces and are now at work against me. Seem a little "paranoid" to you? A little far-fetched? I would have thought so too, but just a couple minutes ago, I walked in on them, together, best of friends, looking at me with those guilty, "the cat's out of the bag" puppy dog eyes. Caught in a compromising position, I found my 70 pound dog spooning with my new cat Charlie. Talk about biting the hand that feeds you. Traitors! You stick with your little "alliance" and see who's food bowl gets filled first. HA HA HA!