Don't you just love it when someone sticks a bayonet in you and treats ya like a Jap on
Iwo Jima? My bayonet came in the form of this e-mail...
Gene,
We're leaving this morning for Tahoe.
Blah-Blah-Blah.
*this means that my little sister (AKA nurse Ratchet) and her husband (AKA Mr Know-It-All)
will be in Tahoe having a great time with Jackass (the writer of this e-mail) and her husband, Goodguy.
So and So (another relative) has the next week but can't use it, so we're staying an extra
week.
Blah-Blah-Blah.
*this means I am even more envious/pissed because I know that Mr Know-It-All will have even more time to stay in beautiful Lake Tahoe for freezie's.
We'll be home on July 28.
Blah-Blah-Blah.
*This means where I live, we will be frying (not raisins) in the sun, while the weather is perfect in Tahoe with nice cool nights. Later they'll probably be sitting near a fireplace, drinking wine, and listening to Mr Know-It-All talk of things no one could give a shit less about.
Hope all's well with you.
Blah-Blah-Blah.
*This means eat your heart out suck'a.
Love you lots,
Jackass (name changed to protect the innocent)
p.s. Keep on blogging!
*This means Jackass has written Zero, Zilch, Nothin, Na-frickin-da...on her blog since June 25th and leaves me with the encouraging words "Keep on blogging".
Yeah. I'm still blogging. I love you too Carol...er...Jackass. I just know I'm gonna pay for this. What the hell. heh-heh.
