anyway, Susan is missing, she's AWOL... absent w/o letting her sister know exactly when it was that she was flying (in her car) south seeking warm temperatures and her mother in law's fine cooking...
I've called her house looking for her..
about four times per hour..
I'm used to her not answering.... (this right here is how she normally "does me"....)
I'm grown accustomed to leaving message after message and getting nothing but a furrowed brow and frown lines...
Normally I'd stalk her through her kid, like most teenagers The Princess of Quite A Lot and her phone are tight... she doesn't
Susan is in nursing school, and believe me, she tries to use that, and the fact that she has two relatively young children AND a job (or 3) and a few health problems as an excuse as to why she is too busy, too tired, too uninterested to gab on the phone,
I don't get it...
I mean who doesn't have time to spend listening to her sister's problems (real and imagined)...?
Who wouldn't be totally "into" (in to...?) hearing all about her sister's most recent disgust that Sears doesn't offer free shipping on over sized items (even though they advertise "Free Shipping")...
I'm getting the feeling that Susan (you know, that Susan) might be feeling a bit fed up with smoothing my ruffled feathers over things like that...
So if anyone has seen my sister Susan (the one who never reads this blog) tell her that she is in deep shit, no call to the Sister-Mom (the motherly sister who stood right beside Marmie trying to raise her into a decent and con-sid-er-ate member of society) before she flew the coop...
Not a single call to say "don't bother calling me twenty one times a day for the next several days...I'm outta here"
Nuthin...
Now, I should dig deeper and say my true feelings...
SUSAN...you freakin idiot bimbo dumb yellow headed person.... you FORGOT our agreement,
I am beyond devastated...
So...when you think about calling me to tell me that you forgot to call me to tell me that you and your family were preparing to leave/leaving for the holiday... forget it, don't bother, I'll be fine, I'll get through the next several hundred hours of your absence just great... sigh
( I hope your kid is reading this to you and that you are beginning to feel massive amounts of guilt... if so, my job here is done)...
Hope you have a great today... (you, the readers, not that sister of mine that would rather try and decipher Hebrew than read this blog.. PS... Princess, don't read that last part to your mom, I don't want her to get mad at me and not call me to tell me that she is sorry that she forgot to call her sister-mom and say à tout à l'heure or even Auvoiur Simone...the bad girl...)
And furthermore dear niece your mother's phone manners (and her piss-poor 50 year old cob-webbed memory) stink (really bad) and we may have to revisit and revamp her upbringing... just sayin.
(Princess, don't read that part aloud either, k..? Aunt Beth loves you and I assure you that if I'm ever to leave town I would certainly call your mother (even though I am quite positive that she would forget to call me) so that she would know where to find me in case of an emergency, even one as simple as Sears' cheezzzzzeeeey free shipping policy.
PSS...One last thing, I hope that if your mother took that misbehaving little dog with her on her car trip that she does something like this on the way home...
If so, let me know ASAP, I'm in the mood for a good ol hysterical belly laugh)
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