ARGH!

Have we become so hardened to the way the world fell 8 years ago that we can't shut up when highlights of today's memorial service are running on TV? I wanted to hear what was being said, and yet I had to fight to hear anything over my mother talking about her day to my father.

It is a sad world when we start forgetting what's really important.

I recall that day 8 years ago pretty clearly, and while others seemed not to be thinking about it (Mom had to be reminded when she wondered why the flag was at half-mast) I was.

Shame that I wanted to hear the highlights of that memorial service and didn't hear a galdarn thing, thanks to someone chattering on about the inanities of her life.

Also, I am getting sick of not being listened to. I told my mother that we had no cheddar cheese in the house. She didn't listen. I told her in town we needed cheddar cheese for our hotdogs tonight. She didn't listen again. I told her there was none downstairs and she still ordered me down there to look for cheddar cheese.

Strangely enough, there wasn't any! How shocking!

Dad's down there digging around. He won't find any. (Okay, revise that. It was buried so damn deep that a pirate couldn't have found it. Honestly, did they expect me to climb over all that crap he has in the way to open the bloody fridge door?)

I am never listened to around here. I say something and it's like I'm talking to the air. I told her three times that there was none down there and I knew it but Mom just had to make me go down there and look for it. If I hadn't, it would have spawned a massive argument.

And someone just has to prove me wrong.

Sorry. I'm full of bad humors today. Feel like attacking everyone. I have days like this once in a while. Everything was going fine until this cheese thing happened.

Sigh.

Gotta go. I have a feeling this is going to end in flames.

Ta,
Bec