Stuff and Stuff

Ma,

I don't even know where to begin. Poor Alex is not your smartest child, let's just say that. I got the newspaper today and went through all the ads to see what's on sale and to look at the coupons and you know what? All the stuff that has coupons is junk food. How come there are never coupons for fruit? Okay wait, I did find a coupon for orange juice. That's fruity. And organic rice krispies. Alex always wants to get the kid versions of everything. They should teach marketing to kids - I had to explain about how they jack up the prices and market crap to kids and put kid food at kid eye-level and all that shit.

Alex did not want to hear about the "outer-edges" theory at the supermarket at all. I told her at Trader Joe's we could go in all the aisles but she was already angry and it didn't make her happy. When I grow up I want to take taxis everywhere. Can you imagine how easy it is to go food shopping and have a car bring you home?

Retardedly I forgot to clean out the refrigerator before going food shopping. So when we got home I had to do that really quickly before all our food went bad. I'm not sure how long stuff can be out for, but if we get sick and die this week you'll know why.

Dani grew last week and I told Aunt Elaine she'll need new clothes for school. Aunt Elaine always tries to make Dani fit into my old clothes but I seem to be stuck in the growth department. So I've got no clothing to give her. Aunt Elaine won't buy Dani anything until the end of the summer. But there are sales NOW so I'm going to ask Josh if he can lay out money for some stuff from Land's End and I will pay him back after I start this job Monday. Somebody told me Land's End is really good quality and will last a long time. So my thinking is maybe we can get Dani stuff from there that she and Alex like, so then Alex will wear it when she grows into it.

I am in a bad mood and want to go back to bed. I've had a headache since Friday night. Hey that reminds me, somebody from Philip Morris visited my blog recently. Just in case they come back:

Dear Phil,

You fucking suck. I hate you. I hope you rot in hell. Because of you, my eyes alternately water or get too dry, my throat hurts, and my clothes and hair stink. My sister's asthma is harder to control. I hope you fall asleep in bed with a lit cigarette and light yourself on fire. You would deserve it.

Again, rot in hell,
Sam

I am not so stupid as to think it's all their fault without also being Aunt Elaine's fault too. She's the one who chooses to spend money on this and smoke inside. However. Some people compare smoking to guns, saying you can't blame a gun manufacturer when someone dies from a bullet. But the thing is, sometimes guns are good. Not often, and not as much as people from places like Texas think, but sometimes. Cigarettes are NEVER good. For anyone. They have like no redeeming qualities at all. If all the people who worked for places like Philip Morris instead worked for green companies, we could reduce our footprint on the environment. You know, that might be the best idea I've ever had. Somebody should notice that.

More to say but I have to go get ready. We are going to dinner with the fire family who has Stanley, the cute dog.
Love,
Sam