QUIET!!!!
What’s all that screaming about? Stop
shrieking!! Kids, goddammit! Be quiet, I can’t hear myself think!
How many
times do I have to tell you - no sports in the house! Go play on the road!
It’s no wonder I spend as much time as I do at
the mall, between the soccer balls hitting the wall, the hockey pucks slamming
against the doors and your fathers table saw making a godawful racket sawing
through who knows what, it’s enough to drive a person crazy. What is he making
out there?? That damn thing is so godawful loud. Sounds like he’s cutting through
bone!
God – you go out shopping for a
few hours and you come back to a house in bedlam! Complete and utter chaos!
And
look at this place – it’s a frigging mess!! Equipment laying around everywhere,
it looks like the house has been ransacked!! Why is everything knocked off the
counter? And the bookshelf? What the hell have you all been doing? It’s those
damn hockey sticks I bet, knocking pictures off the wall!
And what is all over
the floor, it’s as sticky as hell! Is that mud?? Red clay??!!! Who used the nice guest towels
to wipe that red clay mud off themselves?
I will find out, and you will be grounded! I’ve told you all that those
towels are for GUESTS ONLY! This mud is tracked from your fathers workshop all
through the house!!!! Who did this!!!!
It’s all over the walls! Who was spraying this all over the damn walls???
Where is your father??
Honestly – he
really needs to try and keep it together when I’m out. I go shopping with friends and
it’s like he loses his head!
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