There's a fungus among us

Today's wake up call came at 7am. Apparently Fred had a doctor's appointment he's known about for a week and forgot to let his driver(me) know that her services were needed. It's such a pet peeve of mine when people do that. On the road, Fred decides to let me in on some secrets he heard about Ethel's sister, Aunt Imogene. Apparently while BJ and I were at our respective colleges, she would call them pretending to be Ethel, to check up on our grades. Somehow it didn't surprise me knowing her envious nature. But one time she got stone cold busted when she called Whattsamatta U. Whoever she was speaking to on the phone knew Fred. Fred owned a restaurant across the street from W.U. and all of the faculty and staff would go there to eat all of the time. The spokesperson on W.U confronts Aunt Imogene and says "You know your husband Fred told me that you don't speak very little English I'm surprised at your grasp of the language". She never called W.U ever again. W.U. 1 - Aunt Imogene 0. Her daughter Starlabelle was accepted to Whattsamatta but went somewhere else where academcially she could be a big fish in a small pond. It worked out for Starlabelle. She married an alumnus of W.U. she met in law school. They now have 2.5 kids, a minivan, and live the typical suburban life.

Bless her heart, she does have her ways. FYI, bless her heart is a southern code set up for a dig but in a polite manner. She would scan the obituaries in the local papers and attend funerals of people from the ethnic background as us. The odd part is that she didn't know these people. The only connection is that they were from the tribe. She's a member of the church choir . There she is every Sunday singing off key loud enough for the twelve Apostles and their friends to hear her in heaven. Unfortunately she is of the school that if you show up to pray in a crowd that means you can be witch the other six days. Ironically all of her kids, Beaureguarde, Starlabelle, and Lulubelle, all married someone outside of the tribe.

I just couldn't stand it. I found some time by myself and took a drive. I don't like it when I'm cranky. It took awhile to shake it off. On my journey to a destination unknown, I was thinking of a goal I want to accomplish. I looked at the liscense plate on the car. It said NVRGVUP. I hope it's a good sign. God does speak in whispers. If it's one thing I know how to do, it's perservere. And when the tough get going, the tough go shopping. Don't worry I won't be the first one in line for debtor's prison if the powers that be decide to open them up.

I went to my favorite thrift/resale shops and stocked up on books and videos. One thing you never see is porn/erotica at these places. I wonder how you'd recycle stuff like that. I'm not talking about toys but just in paper form. Ebay doesn't have anything that I'm aware of. There must be some kind of porn swap meet somewhere. There's a fetish for everything.

On the coven watch, Lynnie's in-laws crossed the border and will be at BJ and Minnie's house tomorrow. Apparently they're giving the state of Indiana a thrill and there's more than corn in Indiana.