DREAD

TOMORROW IS MOM'S BIRTHDAY.  WHAT SHALL I DO TO HONOR HER?  DAD'S IS ST PATRICK'S DAY.

YESTERDAY I WENT TO ST JUSTIN'S DIDN'T FIND ANYTHING.

MY DREAD IS LEFT OVER FROM MY 8 YOUR YEAR OLD CHILD.  EVERY DAY WAS ONE OF DREAD.  I HAD NO JOY.  READING AND SLEEP WERE ESCAPES.  AND MY TV RECEPTION WENT OUT.  ART'S COMPUTER RECEPTION IS OUT TOO.

ALMITA CAME AT ME.  SHE ASKED IF SHE COULD SIT NEXT TO ME AT LUNCH THEN PROCEEDS TO INSULT ME NOT TO DO MY PUZZLES.  YOU'RE NOT MY MOTHER.   YOUR MOTHER TAUGHT ME.  NO, SHE DIDN'T.  MY DAD READ AT THE TABLE EVERY DAY.  HOW LOW CLASS.  IF YOU SAY SO.  HOW VERY LOW CLASS TO INSULT MY DEAD PARENTS.

AND GERRY TELLS ME I'D BETTER GO QUICK IF I WANT SOURDOUGH BREAD HE LEFT ON PATIO.  FLIP PIG HAD IT.  I GO BACK INSIDE.  GERRY COMES BACK LAUGHING.  I WAS PISSED.  YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME.  THANKS FOR NOTHING.

WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE?  MY PARENTS?  GOOD LUCK WITH THEIR LIFE ENDING.