It a lovely day ..as usual

No picture for this one. I put my Aunt Ruth's picture on here once, she's a cute old toothless woman. She never was like the rest of "The Sisters", she was sharp and talented and just tried her best to get away from them. And here she is, 90 years old and at their mercy again. I took my mother and aunt shopping today..today is Tuesday, the only day my mother is allowed to contact me now. Oh, she won't abide by that rule, but, I don't answer the door anymore. She acts like everything is fine, chattering about bullshit, ignoring the fact that I ignore her. I waited outside the grocery for them for over an hour and I watched a man in a giant cat do construction work on the parking lot. His machine was so big it dwarfed his dump truck, yet he handled it with such delicacy, it was like an extension of his fingers. I've never seen such skill. Not even a bang in the truck as he loaded the huge pieces of concrete, just a dull thud as he gently put them in place. I was thinking, here's a man who could hide a body in ten minutes and make the ground appear undisturbed in five. What a skill to have. It made me envious.
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Then they had to go to Dollar General and my aunt, who'd been fine just a minute before, suddenly became a petulant five year old. Waiting, again, for that mother thing to go through every item in the store, my aunt in the backseat began to make odd noises, much like a baby. Buu Buu Buu, doo doo doo, la la la. She pulled a can out of a sack and said "Meet my doctor! Doctor Pepper! BWAAAA HA HA HA!" Slapping her knee at the hilarity. Soon she was upset and yelling that she wanted a damn cookie. One of them good damn cookies, could she have a cookie? Why aint she got no cookies? I asked her what kind she wanted and she said "them good Fig Newtons or oatmeal, aint them good?" I went in and got both and handed her the bag. She ripped open both packages of cookies and began to smack her lips. Loud. Good cookies, I guess. Soon bored again she started the sing song sounds, buu buu buu, la la la, doo doo doo, while pounding on the window. Finally the mother thing returned and we could go. Mother Thing starts to recite everything she bought, oh, there was coffee creamer for a dollar, soap was two for a dollar..I said, are you talking to me or her? She said she was talking to me. I pulled over, stopped the car and said, well, don't talk to me because I don't give a goddamn flying fuck hole from shitting hell what you bought. Bitch.
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When we got home my Aunt suddenly snapped out of her 90 year old dementia and became whole again. She got out, looked at the neighborhood and said "None of these sonsabitches are worth a shit" and went in the house. LMAO! I agreed. My Aunt is the only one of these idiots I have any sympathy for. She's the only one who never did me wrong and now look at her. Poor old thing. I don't have to talk to anyone for a week now. I am happy and I'll buy Rootie her cookies next week too. Maybe I'll take her to McDonalds for her beloved fish samich. I'll bet you're all jellus because I have this great family and we spend such quality time together. Maybe TLC will give us a show. Meanwhile, I keep dreaming of that old guy in the cat digging me a big deep hole in the backwoods. Hey, big boy. You lonely?