To the Boss:
Okay, what’s up with that forehead sweat, showing roundish yummy tummy, and flashing the horn sign during rock concerts? “And she’s buying a stairway to heaven.”
Are you feeling so hot? To me, you are so hot! Are you fugly? Heck, no! You are actually good-looking. No problem there, if y’all heard me. What’s up with the soapy suds in your stainless steel coffee jug? Hmm…
I’ve learned a lot tonight from your now natural conducting/leading skills/talent and am still messing up because I’ve been lazy/not practicing. I’m so sorry! I’ll try harder! Actually, I such singing and other things in life. Ugh!
So, both your Saturday cover (YAY) and our organist are from SCU! Tres bien! Such pride and honor, really. Nice! (Maybe, it was your way of retaliating against moi and protecting your Mom from moi Evil Kitty.)
Anyway, the wise cracker are still sensing that both you and your Mom haves bad vibes. Even the “Little-Crow” and her mom, I’m not getting good vibes from them either.
Do y’all still want me to sing with the Saturday group? I’m sensing that maybe your Mom is thinking it was a mistake for her to invite me to join y’all!
One thing that creeps me out is that we don’t look good sitting together all the time. Let Augustine sit next to her.
Your Mom seems only nice to me when she gets what she wants. I don’t like that. I like her friendly smiles and Christian faith.
That’s why I wanted to quit! Had sadness! My spider-sense was over loaded! I couldn’t take what I was hearing and observing! I’m not impressed. Just be normal!
I give up. I’ll try not to let things or your creepiness bother me. If y’all don’t like me, too bad! If y’all don’t talk to me, too bad! I’m just there to sing. I need y’all to protect me from gangs, really.
Maybe, y’all don’t want me to help you because y’all don’t want me to take away your damn credit. Lawd knows, I sense you’re okay in my books.
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