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:
UNCLE BILLY,
ATLEAST YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DETANGLE HER HAIR!!!
-ROCKY
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.
well slac...cheese, is after all...powerful. even you cannot deny this.
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