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I am tired today. Mother’s Day is coming up.
Andrew’s 21st birthday is coming up.
My daughter wants us to celebrate Andrew’s birthday. The “party” has been called:
Collecting Andrew’s Memories.
I think it is going to be awkward and sad and unbearable.
Personally, I would prefer to “celebrate” by smashing a bunch of breakables, pick a fight with one or two choice people and then if there is a cake, slap it on someone’s face, not anyone nice of course. Just the face of a jerk or jerkess, aka female jerk.
Hm who could that be? Sarah Palin? Or maybe whoever wrote that, with such a large bow-tie (the one Andrew was wearing on the picture that was splashed everywhere when he died), maybe Andrew glided to the floor when he jumped.
Such creeps and losers are invaluable, a veritable gift, actually, for without them, who would we take our aggravation out on?
By for now,