Dear Ann Landers,
We are planning to put our home on the market real soon. Although this is the stupidest time in the whole world to take on this endeavor, we will not be deterred. Firstly, we got to. We (I) ain't makin' enough money to stay in this tony suburb near the big city. Secondly, there sure are a lot of robberies and gun-related "to-do's" in my alley in this tony suburb. It's exciting and all, but I signed up for boring when I moved to the suburbs. Am I right, Ann landers?
So anyways, Ann Landers, here is what I am asking you: hyperthetically, say I was waiting outside of my kid's school to pick her up from kindergarten, and one of the other mothers started chatting me up. Then say for some reason my big fat flapper let loose that we were putting our house up for sale. Then her eyes get real wide like they're about to jump out of her face onto my jacket. Then she proceeds to shake her head and thwart every measly attempt at me putting a positive spin on my situation. This is all hypoopathetical and all, but do you think it would be horribly counter to all sense of politeness if I hauled off and slugged her one and started a mom fight on the front steps of the school? What if after picking the tooth fragments from my knuckles I called her names such as "naysayer" and "damn skeptic" and ran away maniacally laughing real fast?
Please respond ASAP. Thanks Ann Landers.
Love,
Jeanettey
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