Regarding Obama, he’s teaching y’all that being goats is better than being sheep in wolves clothing.
From a recent sermon, a sheep is nasty. It’s fleece may be white as snow but like any love lighter, they are false.
Whereas a goat is cute, too. So while the sheep may be black and labeled as bad in the family, these are highly intelligent creatures.
This thought was inspired after Cely came by to visit our home, probably for the first time. She brought Kaldareta dish of cartilage meat stew, which I ate for lunch.
Dad and I were excited and loud in our conversation. Mom as usual, like yesterday when Das Squirrel visited and brought his .38 pistol for our protection, couldn’t get through, though she’d try to stop us and interrupt.
I don’t know if she had been hogging the conversation in the past because Dad and I were quiet until recently. She’s been suppressing our Chinese side of LOUDNESS with her control freak.
Maybe it’s because she hasn’t taken her baby aspirin for fourteen days since the “exclusive” surgical center refused to risk taking her in.
And after receiving the first thought of “flesh-eating bacteria”, a few days ago after the shower away from that place, and after receiving a second thought of “baby aspirin” en route homebound from the mall today to pick-up Mom’s sentimental value of a repaired earring-to-pendant, I administered two doses.
Yeah so while Dad and I are capable of pissing off the old woman, justice is balanced and served through my slavery, err, living assistance to the elderly by applying antibiotic ointment in case – which relieved the pain symptoms, thankfully.
That’s how much “help” mental telepathy can benefit “both you and me”. Or so I think!
Also, I’ve been pointing out the numerical communications by “them” via our receipts and my dashboard! Again, these occurrences happen DAILY and more frequently!
2014110-0835. Addendum thought, back to the discussion of black sheep in the family. Those who hoard can’t get enough in life and live life to the fullest. We talked about Auntie Norma, an old woman who hoards, and Das Squirrel who also hoards multiple items, such as EXPENSIVE bicycles, LARGE model sail boats, remote-controlled toy helicopters, and various shoes and other accessories. Dad and I hoard papers, receipts, etc. Mom hoards fabric materials for sewing clothes.
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