0143_We Don't Do That!

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I later found out that these "tirades" was a biannual ritual for mother.

Performed every year, on my birthday and on Mother's Day.

Dad said, "we'd best just leave her to it, and then we can have cake."

About five years ago, dad placed a bullet proof glass over the painting.
No, he had no love for them either.

He was just tired of the restoration costs, for a painting he hated too.

However, two years later, we had to stop her, trying to bring in a 10 gauge cannon,
she was going to fire at the thing.

What the ever-loving fuck?!

It's okay.
I found a scale model of Grandfather's old yacht, in the attic.
We floated it on the pond and took turns, firing on it, during that year's 4th of July.

We wore Continental uniforms.

Literally, scared the shit out of the ducks.

Miss Desmond.

I think you anecdotes are bizarrely compelling.
But you are being tedious.

The letter??

Don't be (*burp!) such a lawyer.  I'm working up to it.

Jumping Jesus on a rusty pogo stick!

You think it's easy for me, A DESMOND, to talk
about anything?  Especially family?

We don't do that!