If Random Is Wrong, I Don't Want To Be Right

• Yesterday sucked. 
• There were many moments of frustration.
• And one physical battle with the receipt-giving-thingie at the gas pump.
• I should have apologized to the receipt-giving-thingie for my displaced anger.
• Most of the suckiness had to do with getting our disgusting tax bill once again.
• We thought it would be less disgusting this year. 
• Apparently, this is my annual Taxes Infuriate Me blog post.
• Sorry to be redundant.
• I hate redundancy.
• Redundancy is so redundant.
• It's like saying the same thing over and over again.
• Even though we all got it the first time.
• I prefer dundancy much more than redundancy.
• Because I like only saying things once.
• Unless we're talking about my taxes.
• In other news, my mom is headed into surgery right now to have her gall bladder removed.
• Her gall bladder began a revolt on Saturday and petitioned to secede.
• Gall bladders are very ambitious, politically speaking.
• I'm glad she is having it out today, because she is coming with my dad to visit me next week.
• Because my house is the best place to recover from gall bladder surgery.
• My sister came to visit last year a few days after her gall bladder surgery last year.
• (A little redundant joke for you in that last line.)
• Apparently, she gave us a glowing review.
• I told my mom that all of us here at the Bed & Breakfast & Gall Bladder Surgical Recovery Center are looking forward to serving her.
• Because we are.
• I think I might get some of that swanky, swirly vinyl lettering for my foyer walls that says, "No Gall Bladders Allowed" to make her feel more welcome.
• Or maybe, "Families Are Forever, But Gall Bladders Are Not"
• The reason I don't have any of that swanky, swirly vinyl lettering is that I just can't decide which message I want immortalized in my foyer.
• Although, I've been leaning toward "Dear Burglars, All the jewelry is from Target" for quite some time.
• Welcoming yet folksy, right?
• Speaking of folksy, I have a very hard time pronouncing the word "foyer."
• There are people who pronounce it "foi-yay."
• I think those are the correct people.
• Folksy people, like myself, say "foi-urrrrrrr" with an emphasis on the "urrrrrrrr."
• I can't say "foi-yay" to save my life.
• I don't have the pedigree to pronounce it that way.
• In order to say "foi-yay," one must be related to a Rockefeller, own a private jet, or have at least three Persian cats that go by first and last names.
• That's why it's all "foi-urrrrrr" around this house.
• So to quickly recap this post: 
• Taxes=Sucky
• Redundancy=Redundant and repititious
• Redundancy=Beating a dead horse to death
• Mom=Sedated
• Gall Bladders=Like Texas
• Vinyl Lettering=Epitaphs for your house
• Foyers=Social class distinction
• Our session is over, see you tomorrow.