The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family. —-THOMAS JEFFERSON
—–If you frequent my blogs, you already know my family is 100% of my life.
I mean, I Love Love Love them.
I love them more than my own existence.
They are my Big Fat Italian Wild Republican Pasta Eating Family.
When you peel everything back….every single solitary thing…
Family is what remains at the CORE & nothing else truly matters a damn.
So when Kay was murdered by the monster, I went crazy–insane.
I screamed & wailed & lamented.
But I lived.
I lived and died at the same time.
Even without her, my heart continued beating.
And I wanted her Back
BACK Baaaaaaaaaaaackfucking backkk
Thus, I started this blog.
Didn’t I tell you that?
Didn’t I tell you
drinking red wine the Words have saved me from tipping to the other side?
From entering one flew over the fucking coo coo nest?
But something else has saved me, too.
Funny Stories. Humorous People. Crisp Wit. Amusing Blogs.
Yeah, the distractions have been like small sparkling prayers.
My daddy visits me yesterday.
He tells me about his morning escapade.
He and Saint Shirley are in West Duluth when the traffic suddenly stops.
A little puppy is sitting in the middle of Grand Avenue. Just sitting there nonchalantly grooming herself.
This dude in back of daddy is honking like a fool.
Obviously he doesn’t give a damn about cute little puppies.
Daddy ignores him.
When the puppy is lifted to safety by his owner, daddy lingers there for a while to catch his bearings.
The honking dude drives up next him and screams, “FUCK YOU!”
The nerve of Assholes nowadays.
Well, they meet up again at the next set of lights….. and Saint Shirley rolls down her window and points her thin little finger to the honking dude.
And in her oh-so-sweet -Mother Theresa manner, she says– “Shaaaaame Ooon Yooou!”
Honking dude looks her square in the face.
And you must remember, honking dude doesn’t even like puppies.
He stares at Saint Shirley and shouts, “FUCK YOU !”
I am laughing so hard by now that I my stomach hurts, my jaw is throbbing.
I mean, the thought of somebody saying that to my sweet mommy….
…. My Christian, cake baking, caretaking, non-cussing, grandmotherly mommy.
Something about this causes me to piss my pants.
But at the same time….
We are on the stake out for an orange colored Camero.
License plates beginning with the letters : VEP
Yeah, I’m talking about you, Honking Dude.
Your Ass is Grass.
Nobody talks to Saint Shirley like that.
REWARD for the whereabouts of the Honking Dude: —4 dozen Homemade Chocolate Chip Cookies
—Readers, have you ever had road rage or observed somebody who did?