Letter to the Universe
Dear Universe,
You seem to enjoy throwing a mix of things my way as of late. I'd like to discuss today, since that's most fresh in my mind.
While I was probably more than justifiably disappointed that Sgt Cutie Pie was not at Mass this morning, I don't see the reason for making the Three Stooges sit by me throughout the service. Honestly, Universe. Can you explain why people show up if all they're going to do is talk through the readings and MAKE MY CRUTCHÉD SELF GET UP A MILLION TIMES BECAUSE THE THREE ADULTS WANTED TO RUN AROUND THE SANCTUARY LIKE CHILDREN?! I was all into listening to stuff today, and I had a bunch of gossiping old women to my right. No Sgt. Cutie Pie, and THEN I had to listen to that.
Also, Universe, while I'm at it ... Why do you karmically punish me for the little bits you throw my way? Why, Universe, do you find it funny to HAVE MY TRUCK BREAK DOWN AT TARGÉT right as they close, and right after I had left Brother #2's house for the evening? It was very hard for me to get the chutzpah up to give him a call to help my crippled self get it started. Now I need a neutral safety switch, and while I'm happy (because that part is like $70 less than the new starter I was going to purchase just this coming Friday) I ... just feel really guilty for calling him at the late hours of the evening and he was stressed because we spent two hours at Wal-Mart and Allie wouldn't stop screaming and then he has to help his little sister out when she should have gone straight home instead of going to Targét to buy some clean clothes because she's not done her laundry in a little too long *takes deep breath* when this problem was something he had volunteered to fix today in the first place anyway and then I talked him into waiting until Friday because I didn't want to go to a parts store in my Sunday clothes and on crutches?? Why, Universe? What is so great about my life that I have to pay in the little ways?
Oh. Yeah. I rememember. ^____^ Two things.
Firstly. Brother #1 proposed to his gf and she said yes! I don't know when they're getting married, but I like her well enough. She manages to keep the majority of racist, asinine and mysogonistic things from flying out of his mouth when they're in company, and you can't fault that. She even has a really pretty name: Vivian. Vivien? Vivienne? Doesn't matter. Seeing as I totally heart Vivien Leigh, there can be no wrong with that. Vivien is 10 years Brother #1's senior, has two kids, a college education and a full-time job. This is suuuuuuuuch an improvement over his first wife that even if she was mentally disturbed and a cannibal, I'd still be thrilled.
2nd: Even though I missed my normal eye-candy at Mass, apparently, he missed me as well. My brother saw him at the 9am service. He asked after me three times. Un, deux, trois, folks. Tres, amigos. Three is the number of counting, and the number of counting shall be three.
That's really encouraging.
That is all.
Try to keep it on the straight and narrow this week, Universe, huh?
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You seem to enjoy throwing a mix of things my way as of late. I'd like to discuss today, since that's most fresh in my mind.
While I was probably more than justifiably disappointed that Sgt Cutie Pie was not at Mass this morning, I don't see the reason for making the Three Stooges sit by me throughout the service. Honestly, Universe. Can you explain why people show up if all they're going to do is talk through the readings and MAKE MY CRUTCHÉD SELF GET UP A MILLION TIMES BECAUSE THE THREE ADULTS WANTED TO RUN AROUND THE SANCTUARY LIKE CHILDREN?! I was all into listening to stuff today, and I had a bunch of gossiping old women to my right. No Sgt. Cutie Pie, and THEN I had to listen to that.
Also, Universe, while I'm at it ... Why do you karmically punish me for the little bits you throw my way? Why, Universe, do you find it funny to HAVE MY TRUCK BREAK DOWN AT TARGÉT right as they close, and right after I had left Brother #2's house for the evening? It was very hard for me to get the chutzpah up to give him a call to help my crippled self get it started. Now I need a neutral safety switch, and while I'm happy (because that part is like $70 less than the new starter I was going to purchase just this coming Friday) I ... just feel really guilty for calling him at the late hours of the evening and he was stressed because we spent two hours at Wal-Mart and Allie wouldn't stop screaming and then he has to help his little sister out when she should have gone straight home instead of going to Targét to buy some clean clothes because she's not done her laundry in a little too long *takes deep breath* when this problem was something he had volunteered to fix today in the first place anyway and then I talked him into waiting until Friday because I didn't want to go to a parts store in my Sunday clothes and on crutches?? Why, Universe? What is so great about my life that I have to pay in the little ways?
Oh. Yeah. I rememember. ^____^ Two things.
Firstly. Brother #1 proposed to his gf and she said yes! I don't know when they're getting married, but I like her well enough. She manages to keep the majority of racist, asinine and mysogonistic things from flying out of his mouth when they're in company, and you can't fault that. She even has a really pretty name: Vivian. Vivien? Vivienne? Doesn't matter. Seeing as I totally heart Vivien Leigh, there can be no wrong with that. Vivien is 10 years Brother #1's senior, has two kids, a college education and a full-time job. This is suuuuuuuuch an improvement over his first wife that even if she was mentally disturbed and a cannibal, I'd still be thrilled.
2nd: Even though I missed my normal eye-candy at Mass, apparently, he missed me as well. My brother saw him at the 9am service. He asked after me three times. Un, deux, trois, folks. Tres, amigos. Three is the number of counting, and the number of counting shall be three.
That's really encouraging.
That is all.
Try to keep it on the straight and narrow this week, Universe, huh?
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