Oh dear Sadalachbia, are the children misbehaving again?
I think detentions would be a nice punishment. You could have them fill scrolls upon scrolls of their deepest secrets until their little hands cramp from the strain.
And then you might have something to read at night.
Of course most of it would probably put you to sleep post haste.
Which might not be a bad thing. Cheaper than firewhiskey.
They were all terrified of me. As they should have been.
No firewhiskey? That is a tragedy of epic proportions.
I am better. My son no longer hates me with a firey passion, but rather has calmed to an indifferent dislike. My husband manages to post in this silly thing from his prison cell so I know he is still alive. And my sister is still torturing people into permanent insanity.
Oh, and Frippy learned a new tune this week. You haven't lived until you've heard the Ring Cycle on the accordion. Wagner is probably rolling over in his grave this very second.
How am I? Bored, mostly. You are kind to stop by and indulge me with conversation.
Frippy and I made for a fine duet, don't you think? Even if my harmonica skills are limited to improvisational folk tunes.
I had noticed that your son is no longer giving people black eyes and deduced that he was regaining his senses, so to speak. As for your husband and sister...well, I know neither except for what I read in the papers. Your sister has a vivid history, it seems. Not to mention her present, which appears equally vivid.
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I think detentions would be a nice punishment. You could have them fill scrolls upon scrolls of their deepest secrets until their little hands cramp from the strain.
And then you might have something to read at night.
Of course most of it would probably put you to sleep post haste.
Which might not be a bad thing. Cheaper than firewhiskey.
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Ah, yes, a sleeping aid. I knew there was a reason I was looking at this abysmal book at such an hour.
I am out of firewhiskey.
How are you?
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No firewhiskey? That is a tragedy of epic proportions.
I am better. My son no longer hates me with a firey passion, but rather has calmed to an indifferent dislike. My husband manages to post in this silly thing from his prison cell so I know he is still alive. And my sister is still torturing people into permanent insanity.
Oh, and Frippy learned a new tune this week. You haven't lived until you've heard the Ring Cycle on the accordion. Wagner is probably rolling over in his grave this very second.
And you?
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Frippy and I made for a fine duet, don't you think? Even if my harmonica skills are limited to improvisational folk tunes.
I had noticed that your son is no longer giving people black eyes and deduced that he was regaining his senses, so to speak. As for your husband and sister...well, I know neither except for what I read in the papers. Your sister has a vivid history, it seems. Not to mention her present, which appears equally vivid.
Hmm. Should I be terrified of you?
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