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Thoughts of a dying humourist
Thursday, March 02, 2006



Helloo....

Today started out crap, so bear with me, this post won't be shiny and happy.
Its my mum's b-day today, so I phoned her this morning and we chatted a bit.
Now, my dad's mother doesnt get along with any of her daughters-in-law, (a total of 4) , and Im calling her that because I dont think of her as my gran. It's not possible to explain exactly how the situation is, but I can tell you that she's never lifted a finger to do anything herself and constantly makes other people do things for her (even the smallest things like fetching pills from the pharmacy). She also tries to break up her sons' families by stirring and causing trouble.She even lies to her granchildren. We just all tolerate her for my dad's sake.

But anyway...
So this morning she phones my mum to wish her a happy birthday with the following::
"I can't wish you a happy and prosperous life, instead im going so say that i hope you dont have a long sickbed because no one is going to look after you."

FUCKING COW!!!!!!!
My mum wasnt upset in the least, instead she thanked her for picking up the phone to call and then hung up. I on the other hand, am seething from every pore in my body.
My mum's a great person who is a top class mother, so I don't know where that cow gets her ideas. It really upset me and as soon as we were done talking, I started to cry out of pure anger.

Next time im going home and going to drive to her house and telling her exactly what I think of her. And afterwards Im going to have to use mouthwash.
Anni
11:34

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