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Beware of the Card Companies...
Do I update too often?
On second thoughts, don’t answer that. It was pretty darn rhetorical, really.
What did everyone get their mummies for Mother’s Day? (Or were you like my cousin, in a state of forgetful bliss, until I asked him what he got?) I got my mum a lovely handmade photo frame, with pressed flowers in it. She really likes it- whew. I got it yesterday in quite the rush. I’ve been such a procrastinator lately… my motto used be ‘Why wait when you can get it over with now?’ Now it’s like… ‘Why do it now when you can wait?’ I’ve just become extremely lazy. :-)
I don’t mind Mother’s Day, because it’s a traditional date, but what’s the deal with Father’s Day? For one thing, I always forget until I hear about it on the radio that very morning, leaving me all a fluster, trying to make a card. And it’s just another one of those endless holidays invented by the card companies. Poor Dad. He always either ends up with a hastily put- together card or a glass of beer. And he prefers whiskey. :-(
But, in all fairness, card companies are in a league with Sauron- their aim is to brainwash us all! (You have been warned). For example:
St. Patrick’s Day used to be quite a quiet affair, a day when all us paddies had to endure endless Masses as Gaeilge and make up for the torture by getting mighty pissed. Then what do the card companies go and do? Invent the St. Patrick’s Day Greetings Card. So, no longer does the Paddy’s Day weekend start a good five or six days in advance. No- instead you end up rushing around buying cards to send to your old relatives and anyone and everyone who has emigrated.
And no longer is a mere kiss on the cheek or an offer of taking over housework duties good enough for our mothers on their annual Day. No, instead we end up running around like headless chickens the day before, pouncing on the purple photo frame before that other woman in the shop spots it.
And don’t even get me started on Christmas.
Whilst I’m ranting, let me moan about the stupid daylight- saving- get- up- an- hour- early- just- to- ruin- your- good- mood time change. I woke up this morning at what I thought was 9.30AM. But NO! As part of the general world conspiracy to make Kezia as annoyed as is earthly possible, before I knew it I was being dragged out the door to go to Mass. Ah, the anguish.
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