Good luck, Sister

(Actual fact, I think it’s Sister’s birthday – I’d better stop off in Juarez and get her a gift.)

As if.

I found a tiara at Wal-Mart for 88 cents. Got that in the mail to her the other day. I called, just to make sure, left her this message, “I just sent your birthday present, and if it’s the wrong address, let me know before I mail it, and I’ll put down the right address. Thanks!”

Of course, I didn’t read her address to her, and I turned the phone off immediately thereafter. Always trying make everyone’s day a little more surreal.

On the way from breakfast, I noticed that there’s a new Starbucks on Mesa. Wow, wasn’t there last time. It’s the insidious growth everywhere.

Funniest comment from work? After a busy “run” in the afternoon, I took a break, and stepped outside to get some coffee. I stepped back in, and a nice-looking young man, well-groomed, acceptable tats, “Hey, my mom said to tell you, ‘Hi dad.'”

That was amusing, good for a laugh.

Sudden fear? Nope, “What your birthday?”

The year did add up except, perhaps, in a tribal society.

Quad-Aire:
Seems like the boys had a bit of trouble Sunday afternoon while Grace and I were working. Seems like there was a an upset with the four-runners. Quads. The fun-mobiles. Now they’re called “Quad-Errs.”

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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