Dearest Mother, who carried me in her belly for 9 months and assumed full legal responsibility of me clear until the age of 18 (hopefully the 9 months part is true, otherwise I think it's time to confirm my speculations),
Thank you for raising me and laughing at all my jokes, even when they weren't that funny and didn't make any sense. I also appreciate having someone to go to, that actually falls for my "I'm a martyr routine". You've done good, except of course with the youngest, but we don't even know how he showed up in our family. I'm not trying to start any rumors but seriously, could we see some solid DNA evidence? It's not easy taking care of 6 kids, and even more so since none of them could be more like me. Thanks for challenging me and never telling my siblings that I'm your only REAL favorite. It would have caused a lot of unnecessary drama had they known. Thanks for helping my wife and I to continue to be students for life, even though our degrees will clearly NOT represent the countless hours of schooling. I'm sure it's tough telling people, "yeah, my sons in school again, and no, he's not a doctor. He's not even in grad school." It could be worse though, I could have been a dentist. All that schooling, yet they appear to gain no knowledge. Sometimes I swear that it is common procedure to give all dental patients a lobotomy.
Thanks for all you do! The kids are grateful too. And I'm grateful that they're grateful, because it makes it that much easier to dump them on you.
Love ya,
Your greatest son ever--Lee
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Sunday, May 8
Hey ma, happy day...
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Sunday, January 30
Heretic in a very non-religious sense...
So here I am feeling guilty, because I'm supposed to. Try as I may I just can't truly feel bad for no longer working at the dysfunctional catastrophe of a workplace, where I spent at least 40 hours of my week. What has happened to us, America? We spend the majority of waking hours shuffling paper in the name of productivity. Yelling and screaming at each other, cuz we all get the same doomsday feeling in our stomach every Sunday night.
I'll get back on track, but I'm not going to feel bad for enjoying some time off, to re-memorize my kid's names. I feel as free as Peter in Office Space.
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