TV Time

I have another e-mail fr. Dee, abt that nite her 'rents came over 4 dinner recently:

'April'!

I am 'bushed' from conducting those workshops @ the 'hospital' last night. I think they went well, even though we only had six attendees. Did you hear we had former Olympian Oksana Baiul as one of our co-presenters? That was quite a 'coup'. Anyway, I have more to tell you about that 'evening' with my parents.

After the meal, my father said, "Whooo, that was good. You sure taught your daughter how to cook, Mira!" As if I haven't learned any 'skills' on my own since leaving their home. My mother then said, "She could have used less salt." Hmph! Just because my mother likes her food ultra-bland doesn't mean the rest of us have to 'eat' that way, eh? So, then my mom did her typical, "I'll help clean up. You boys go and relax." She's such a gender stereotype, 'April'. But I guess you're accustomed to that sort of 'thing' at your house, as well. Dad said, "Yeah. What's on the tube?" Your brother immediately looked like a trapped animal. I could hear my dad saying, from the next room, "'Extreme Golf' and 'Amazing Tool Shops'. We're in luck!" 'Michael' told me later that he was thinking, "I can't watch this. I've got too much to do!" I'd asked him to sit with my Dad long enough to be 'polite'. Not thirty seconds later, I heard a creak as Mike leapt up from the chesterfield, and Dad saying "You leaving?" FYI, my 'love', no, thirty seconds wasn't 'long enough'.

Geez, 'April'! I'm quite certain your big brother wouldn't feel so squirrely about losing his precious time if my Dad wanted to sit there telling him how brilliant he is and asking to hear about his endless, multiple-genre freelance projects.

Well, that's all I have time to tell you about right now. I will write some more next time I get a chance.

Fondly,

'Dee'

So, like, after I read Dee's message, I noticed that there was an e-mail from Mike in my inbox, too. Here's what it said:

My dear little sister, Ay, Bee, no. May? June? Whatever, I was fifteen when you were born, so you can't expect me to have paid much attention. I have this weird vibe that my dear wife might be filling your young head with some anti-Mike proppagan, prop-a-gan, er, bad stuff about me. Just know that my time is preshuss and I have to put all my spare time an' energee into my writing. I owe it to Canada!

Love,

Michael, Litterrery king of Canada

Can U believe that? NEway, Wow, Becks, that story abt Ger last nite! I wonder what's the best way 2 help him. He's going thru such a ruff time. :(

Alex, Jeremy, Vicks, Gordie, I M sorry 2 hear U wasted yr time like that last nite. & Howard, I'm sorry 2 hear U still miss being a dog. But, yeah, not having opposable thumbs musta been a real drag!

I'm also worried abt the Morsel, Everett Callahan. Soundz like Dad's tryin' 2 get rid of him 4 sum reason. Dumb idea, Dad! But then again, my opinionz don't count 2 Dad cuz I'm a sub-human "teen-angster" ruled by hormonez. ::sigh::

Apes