Your not so magic "flute" is still in the back of my car. I know it’s kind of hard to tell through the glare, but you can kind of see it’s little green head poking out of the pocket behind my seat. It just sits there. Doing nothing. It won’t pump gas. It refuses to play by itself. I find it rather sulky, honestly. I have a sneaking suspicion as to why you left it in my car.
Anyway, I’ve threatened it with the recycling bin if it won’t start pulling its weight in the car and it just sits there and stares at me sullenly. The ingrate! I give it a place to live while you’ve run off without it SEVERAL times now and does it show even the slightest bit of appreciation? NO.
So what I’m saying is, "Come and get your damn flute. Recorder. Whatever. Just come get it."
Love,
Your Sister
What a punk…kind of like the boy that won’t move out of his parent’s house after graduating from college…..
horrible….look at how you’re raising these “flutes” Naomi….unnacceptable…what will they say at the club?
Dear Sister,
You know good and well who left that “not so magic flute” in your car. It wasn’t me. That person has blond hair. My hair is clearly brown. I was under the impression that the “flute” was a tuneable recorder, but it’s all one piece. The only thing it has going for it is that it’s green. I don’t know why it won’t pump gas for you. It pumped gas for me that one time. It even paid with its own credit card…or was that your credit card? I don’t know, let’s let the past die, shall we? Please don’t recycle the magic flute recorder thing. I’ll come get it when I have enough money to invest into a tank of gas, because you do realize that it’s an investment these days.
Your loving sister,
Naomi
Dear V for Vivian-detta,
I adopted that flute fully grown, so I’m not raising anything. Uh…also…what club?
Your loving best friend,
Naomi
don’t deny it, Naomi…I’m sick of covering up for you……COME OUT AND ADMIT THAT YOU ARE PART OF THE LOCAL COUNTRY CLUB!! Admit it, it matters what they say to and about you. This whole “flute” fiasco is NOT going to go over well…especially when they find out that it really feels like a “recorder” inside….you know that’s wrong….
here’s the real question, Grace……is it wrong to WANT to break knees?
V for Vivian-detta,
You meant the COUNTRY CLUB??? Geez, lady. I don’t even know where the country clubs ARE in this town!!! You’re sick. SICK, I say. You know, the reason the flute feels like a recorder inside is because it IS a recorder! It’s totally not tuneable though. Totally not. The package said it was, but it’s not. It doesn’t even come apart.
Naomi.
check out my shoes, girly.