...and while I'm over-joyed Mer has a violin, the request was for a FUCKING KEYBOARD to take piano lessons with (which I could afford)
"Well" Mr. Aspbergers says "what does Mer want?"
WHO GIVES A SHIT WHAT MER WANTS at this juncture.
He has a phenomenal Piano lab at school, a student at Classen SAS willing to give lessons, but HELL NO...
Mer gets a damn VIOLIN (just like the guitar he bought him five years ago, but never paid for lessons.
No sheet music BTW either...THAT I get to pay for with my right, no...left breast.
THEN I dared to leave him on my property without supervision, and he plowed over one of my solar lights with his stupid mower.
To which Lowes exclaimed "If you bring us the receipt we'll get a metal spike out of a box" (Oh, yeah, right...THAT receipt I kept)
I'm trying, Oh if you only knew how hard I was trying.
Overdrawn due to food stamps being cut, and "Sigmund the Sea Monster" shows up with a violin that would feed his son for several months...like a Prince!
The realization of what a complete and utter bitch I am is truly sinking in.
Are we going to listen to a 10 yr old as dictated by a...FIVE yr old...or am I going to make my child's life better than mine was?
Regardless...he sure looks cute with that tiny violin.
(I didn't know they made them so small) and MER is happy, which is all that matters.
I'll shut my mouth now, but thank you for reading.
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