2004-07-08-8:18 p.m.
The other day my Mom came into the room with deli meat in a bag. She held the bag up into the air saying to me, "look what I have!"

Ok, you have meat in a bag, fine.

"But aren't you excited?"

Not really, it's just meat in a bag.

"It's kosher deli though, we FOUND it!"

Ah ok, just don't put it on a pedestal or something.

Later on in the kitchen, Dad says to me:

"Did you see the deli meat?"

Yah, I saw it earlier.

"Well take a look at it again" (Mom then takes it out of the freezer to show me the meat again)

Yah, it's kosher deli meat, ok I saw it.

Around this house, finding kosher meat is like finding a 20-dollar bill on the sidewalk.

My Mom and our next door neighbor haven't talked for about 17 years. She's a bitch, I hear. They started talking again because of the prized rooster next door to the neighbor. Every morning is goes "ROO-A-ROOOOO!" Some woman angry at her bf or husband or something. Said he was always late to see her and the husband always said he just didn't have an alarm clock. So, now the rooster is his alarm clock. It's everybodys alarm clock. I don't care though, I sleep through fires and other important things. It was funny though when the neighbor said

"Those rednecks with their rooster... you know, every day they sit in their garage on paint-cans drinking beer. Can you believe that?"

My Mom covered her mouth cause she was about to say, "Well, I'd like to join them."

Not sure what's so wrong about sitting on a paint-can, drinking beer. Maybe the rednecks would laugh at her for not giving it a try.

People are silly.

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