To the Boss:
I was testing my resolve to observe if I could avoid ranting about your bad behavior! I know you received my text message that I won’t be able to join you assholes for ONLY one mass because I’ll busy “serving” the Lawd elsewhere. (Plus, the three of us plan to make our escape immediately afterward; so don’t look for us “losers”!) Bahaha!
Your Mom is okay. She was kind enough to “acknowledge” me from behind during the party last/Sunday night. I didn’t realize people got VERY angry at the droopy-eyed woman. I don’t know what happened exactly. Maw had to grab/stop a VERY perspective “angel” from screaming at that woman and told her that she is “crazy”.
I entered two blogs about my boredom that night – how I waited in the car for thirty minutes (until most of the 5PM people left) on the parking lot specifically marked for the handicapped ramp, how the twosome helped dirty their hands in setting up the taupe-colored/aluminum chair, how I avoided speaking with everyone, and how I enjoyed gorging myself with food, one of which had a plastic price tag in the meat!
Your Dad seemed happy, too. I was minding my own business and reading/hearing the karaoke screen when I glanced to my left. I saw him smiling and then he got up and left. This was after I adjusted his crooked collar. He said “Thank you.” And then I bounded off happily to seat myself at the “front” table with my back towards the crowds. (My old/recurring thoughts have been about my possible specialty in “geriatrics”. Hmm.)
Anyway, I’m glad your high blood pressure is going down each time we sing better. Perhaps the “happy” energy was spread around two days ago when I sat up front with your Mom because I noticed she seemed “withdrawn” again and I had to “snap” her out of her “deep thoughts” by scratching her shoulders from behind in greetings.
After the wise cracker rebuked my “insensitivity” (after I didn’t hold up the POOR electronic/scanned image of our “presentation” music to her during the fundraising last Friday night because I heard her say “It’s too small”), I took the extra effort that morning to re-scan copies that I’m sure she “needed”.
As for Saturday evening, you Mom wasn’t smiling when I came late again! I sat “away” from her initially and spoke with the woman who wears tight clothes. Her husband might be our distant/maternal relative. But the other member encouraged me to sit next to your Mom because we sang in the same vocal range, which made sense. Of course, I wiped her right thighs several times in greetings. I’m weird, sorry. She was happy and so was your Dad.
We avoided hugging each other because I told Maw that one of her arm (the right one) was limp while she hugged me in greeting during that fundraising event that prior night. I enjoyed myself and was correct about the different vocal styles of the kids – one more modern/urban and another more R&B/jazzy.
I don’t prefer any particular music genre but I am proud of our Hodge-podge of cultural misfits, who are great imitators. Unfortunately, I’ve yet to hear/see at least one of our kind that would be unique world-wide sensation. Other than that, we are all fugly monkeys.
I have much to learn in this “assignment” as my past/recurring thoughts come through again: It’s about how I have to learn to behave – to turn my frown upside-down so I won’t look like Thai, to share my music electronically (at least) because your Mom, for whatever reason, keeps forgetting to bring her music material, and to get along without summoning up my easily pissed-off nature.
So if you can see/sense my anger, I forgot what I was going to say. Never mind.
Huh,
Flynn…
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