Yesterday Evil was once again on her game with a really, really, really, really, hard workout. Yes our gal is kicking every ones ass big time. And once again the class was full, but I have been over that many times. But, then as the class was cleaning up after the workout this women, Bernice, starts with the "Oh, that music that you use is so wonderful. I have never in my life heard such a wonderful cacophony of tunes." You are magic." Pa-lease, Bernice in under the evil ones evilness and does not know what she is saying. Although the evil one does use her music well to enhance her workout, but sooooooo. The unconditional love for the evil one makes me puke.
After class Evil was a little jumpy and your pal asked what was up. Well it seems that she was taking her vacuum cleaner to be repaired and that she was terrified by the repairman. Evil has, not a Hoover, but some I-talian model and this man thinks that she is abusing this machine. So every time she brings the machine in to his shop he gets in her face, and the evil one does not like this. He keeps saying that she cannot use her vacuum to pick up nails, wood shavings, oatmeal, jello, grass and gravy. I think evil needs a lesson in the proper use of a vacuum cleaner and this thing with Mr Vacuum Repairman will work it self out. You need a special attachment to pick up gravy, evil one.
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I could tell you were seething with disgust as Bernice praised my mix yesterday. Listen Willie, you too can make a phenomenal mix if you just slap down some dough and by mixmeister. I promise , I'll come over and teach you how the program works. Then it's all up to you to find the music and put it together. Until then, you'll just have to settle on being sub par.
On another note, I went to the vacuum cleaner nazi after class yesterday. I walked in and he came out of his office looking all drugged out. I asked, "Are you okay?" He responded, "Are YOU okay?" So I just stopped there with my jaw hanging wide open.
I then asked him to fix the motor on my vacuum cleaner and to just leave the busted hose alone. I was petrified that he was going to reprimand me on how I wasn't caring for it properly. Yes, I have failed to keep up with it's maintenance schedule and routine check ups. FORGIVE ME!!!! (My Catholic vacuum guilt kicking in.) The Miele Gods are frowning down upon me. Oh and btw, the vacuum is manufactured in Germany not Italy. I guess to the V.C. nazi my behavior with my Miele is comparable to trashing a BMW. Go ahead report me- I need a machine that is strong enough to suck gravy.
First of all I would like to say....Amy where did you get your vacuum???? With teenagers, animals and the mixed assortment of sundry others I need a vacuum that can really suck up the mess if you know what I mean...and gravy is the least of my worries.....I'm not too worried about the repair nazi.. I grew up with three brothers...who at times had been in different states of reality...It will be like going down memory lane...oh the fondness of it all.
To Willie:
you should have taught today as the class was fairly well attended and then we would not have to hear your constant whining about your class not being full...Anyway I pinched hit for you at the last moment but you should know this has been a very rough week for me...could you tell by my phone response?? Willie who??? Anyway somehow I pulled it together and class went on as usual with no fancy music..just something I put together last night but it worked...But your following missed you and we are anticiapting your workout on Friday with baited breath.
Your pal, Mary
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