Saturday, October 25, 2003

MY MOOD IS==put upon

TITLE: "BEHOLD THE POWER OF CHEESE"

    all=right. it's a date=up on a Saturday night, after an above average day filling roll=ups at the yard.  But hane is all about the cheese!  I'm getting ready for werk and she's like,'i'm out of my special cheese---i'll give you money and wait by the door if you get it for me...'  Like that would happen.  No back=ground but i like to go to the grocery store all at once, instead of Individually and discreetly running for singular items.

     It's funny & tragic how such things strike the mind.  I have gotten so used to combining trips---yet the Matriarch interrupts me with asymtopic requests from her shining mind.   ['oh, wait, i need this; and i should do this---sounds of bursting synapses---but Hey you should do/get/contact THIS!]  Get me not wrong; i don't complain.  I learned at the bingo=hall to take care of problems/concerns of the customers as they arose.  Yet it strikes me queer that when i'm busy doing sheet Hane has a thousand requests; and when i am just sitting around doing nothing, the matriarch is silent and happy like the proverbial CLAM.

    Venting, just venting.  More people have it worse than this.  If she weren't a blood relation or less intelligent than she is....hmmm.

    There=for, filosofy: 'What a different path my life would have taken if only i had chosen a different path...'  AND this is a pathetic Entry in need of some Commentary.        lata

3 comments:

kornchildrc12 said...

UNCLE BILLY,

ATLEAST YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DETANGLE HER HAIR!!!

-ROCKY

musenla said...

argh, that'll drive me nuts! i hate going back and forth to the store so much i berate myself for doing it to me sometimes, when i forget stuff. you are not alone in your exasperated musings.

floralilia said...

well slac...cheese, is after all...powerful. even you cannot deny this.

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