Other Things to Be Mad About

By Me, Margie, who has investors 

Yeah, the blog is shutting down. Don't ask me, I just work here.  I mean worked here.  Apparently the artiste authors seem to think that writing books is their actual career.  Yeah, I know it is, but the Mancini's always respond with anger first and sort it out later.

Don't worry about Me, Margie. I have investors all lined up for a new venture.  I will have to move, because for some reason, the TLC lawyers don't want to sublet to me and my cousins. Something about an indemifyer bond or something - which you would think might be a fun thing but it just involves money and insurance.  I'll bet if they hired our new company for their next money insurance convention, we could teach them all kinds of fun bondy things.

There was no new blog up today so naturally, I had to FIX it and everything, which I ALWAYS do.  Plus, I don't like going to the new Mass with the Aunts.  They are threatening to go back to saying the whole thing in Latin and Father Oldschoolio, who is about 117 years old, might just do it.  Because the young priests just could not handle a bunch of angry Aunts in church.  Those poor kids don't even understand half the Italian that's already been directed at them.  Although, I think some of them may have watched "The Sopranos" because 'stunad' came through loud and clear.

The Aunts are ticked off in a big metaphysical-type way because they didn't like the change from Latin to English and now they are being told to change again.  I get that.  I personally like change, but I'm young and I think commando patches are great plus you can carry them in your purse and change them whenever you want.  Underwear-type things should be changed.  A lot.

Other things, not so much.  Like this blog.  I'm mad that it's ending.  This was one cushy job and we are going to have to be pretty damn creative to get everything out of that supply room.  I mean, lucky for me that I have so many friends in the packing and delivery business to help me move things at night.

This is a last-minute blog thing, so no story - hey - it's Saturday night - I have my own stories to act out. I mean make up.  Speaking of make up, that Geisha crap is like putty - next time I'm forgetting the authentic and just going with the white clown makeup.  Ahhhh - I know you are going to miss these important life tips.  Now I will have to write them down myself.  

Enough already - the sun is out and it's the last Sunday of Advent - and they are repeating that Michael Buble special on Wednesday night because my Uncle Sal accidentally deleted it when he taped some boxing thing and he is in the freeze zone with Aunt Toni until it comes back on and I think he actually went out and bought a whole new TV and DVR thing just for her because if there is one thing that makes him really mad it is no sex.  Which I can totally understand.

See how this works? We vent.  We don't keep things bottled up in our family - okay we do, but that's all in the wine cellars, and it is really just another anger management tool but that is a whole different story.

Your turn, my friends in cyberspace.  What makes you angry?  Also, I am looking for ideas for a business plan.  Apparently "Special Delivery Special Services" raises some kind of red flags for people.  Stunads.  How are we supposed to be job creators if we can't use our very special skills?

The Cuginas Mancini will be back before they change the locks - I think on New Years Eve.  Which will NOT be a live blog for obvious reasons. I mean just getting the national security clearance for all those SEALs would be a nightmare!

Mi manchi, cari amichi.