First things first. Thank you SO much for all of your kind compliments about my new shade o'hair. That's really nice of you to take the time to say something nice. Especially right after all the grief I was giving you earlier. You kids are something and I thank you all.
Second things second. I love playing in that one true media dot com website. Really! I almost want to put together a montage for my funeral. But that would be so very controlling of me. To have the last word even after I'm gone. It's a good little marketing tool, isn't it?
Third things third. When I was dropping off medication at my seestor's on Friday I could see that she was trying to signal "Save Me" with her eyes so that my mom couldn't see what she was doing. On one hand, I thought about rescuing her and offering to stay the weekend and let my mom go home. On the other hand my seestor asked my mom to stay there and we will all enjoy the stories to come out of it. That's the hand that won. I stayed home and played on one true media dot com while my mom and seestor drove each other insane.
Gosh, it's fun being the little seestor. Getting even with the big seestor for the years we shared a bedroom and she made me turn out the light but then would remind me about the monster under the bed.
Which reminds me of The Story that came out of that one.
When we were young, I was a teeny tiny thing but my seestor was not. Every night she'd tell me about the monster under the bed so I'd take a running leap to avoid it. One night I jumped so far and so high that the bed broke. Our parents came running into our room, yelling, asking what the hell happened.
I told them that Seestor jumped on the bed and broke it. Seestor defended herself and said she didn't. Well, it was obvious to my parents that no teeny tiny little girl could cause this kind of damage when there was such a big seestor sitting next to her so they yelled at my seestor. Poor teeny tiny me. How could her big seestor try to get away with this?
Heh.
Signal away with your eyeballs missy. I'm double even with you now. There's a monster in your guestroom!
60's degrees in The Twin Cities today. I'll be outside finishing up the frickin' frackin' garden clean up. You all know how I feel about gardening. My cute new hairdo isn't going to keep up with the ugly I'll feel inside.
11:02 a.m. - October 15, 2006
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