Which Reminds Me

Perhaps Libby should get herself to a tattoo shop and have her entire body done over in a darkish walnut brown/black color. That way perhaps her true colors would really shine through for all to see, thus eliminating all doubt about that, not that we had any doubts about that.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is sad, in a way, that so much money and power should be invested in the mediocre talents of Tom. I always thought basically that Tom was extremely boring, his vocabulary limited to mostly F-bombs. I really don't remember anything else about Tom, and thus I am not missing anything important that I can recall.

Which Reminds Me

Whence comes this idea that it was my idea to go around screaming some crazy stuff and holding all these people from high school as my hostages? I wasn't going to write a book about them. That was Helen's problem but she died in the 1960s. There was no reason to imagine that I was going to do what Helen did. Quite the contrary.

Which Reminds Me

Why am I getting all these weird messages from those Cuban bores? I never had the slightest connection to Cuba. Oh, are you telling me that Debbie is Cuban? Well, I couldn't care less. Debbie was never my problem. Cuba was never my problem. Cuba is a place of no interest to me, a remote island full of desperately poor people. I was not planning to try to get something from them in regards to that. It is awkward to have those Dwaning and Dwindling whiners pretended to be related to me when actually they are only a sort of sideways in-law problem that I didn't ask for in the first place, and if I say anything about that my dear nephews will be so confused and angry with me. And if you hadn't asked that way, your voices out there twisting in the wind, then we wouldn't have to tell you what we really think about that. Which is that we are not so impressed with a system that is designed to kill you in the end, not so much me. I would have preferred not to do this. But I digress.

Which Reminds Me

Ok, so my logic was not so flawless. Even so, as it turns out I will not be going Dutch after all. So in future you are just out there all by yourself with nobody to blame but yourself for having to tow that Harpy Karen on a tight leash. That was not my problem. Enough said about that.

Which Reminds Me

I seem to remember that during high school Libby was a Jehovah's Witnesses, which is a cult that is not really considered to be Christian. So if Libby can't believe even the basics of the Christian faith, I fail to see why I should be required to taste of the devilishly horrible fate that awaits her. Maybe that is why she is so stressed out and puffing smoke. You can't live with one foot in the Bible and the other foot some other place else and expect me to figure out what you meant by that. You are not going to get much sympathy from me. It just doesn't work that way. I can rest assured that Libby will get her comeuppance without any help from me, my help having been disdained from the start, so I really don't need to say something about that. Even so, sometimes my logic malfunctions in awkward situations. When push comes to shove, I really can't give Libby what she is not getting. She has to figure that out for herself.

Which Reminds Me

The maid was paid well for the work that she did and now the maid is dismissed. The maid's services are no longer needed so you will really have nothing to say about my financial conditions in future. You have your paycheck in hand. We are leaving the country and will not feel ourselves under any obligation in future to have obnoxious persons such as yourself and your Porto Rican expectant dog entourage intruding upon our personal business. The old deal is off now and Patsy Cruise's attempt to bark orders at me will not be tolerated here in this country. I was never Patsy's maid anyway. You are only the hired help here so you must remember your place. Oh, is that what you were afraid might happen? In the old country you were the glorious leaders who condescended to allow the Protestant missionaries to get visas and do a small work on the margins of your Catholic society, but here in America you must remember that crowing about the glories of Spain will not be appreciated. Here in America you have to go and get a job and work work work. There is nothing else in this life but work work work. You must never forget that you now must do the works of Him who sent you to work in the harvest fields of the Lord, not just to do whatever personal whims might satisfy your personal cravings for uppity-up-ness.