Secret Diary of AnnC, part 1
By Stefu. (Invent your own witty opening line.)
Secret Diary of AnnC (Any relation husband and children have to real people is purely coincidental.)
Apr 14th - Whew! At last we managed to unload all of our packages from van. Michael is currently refitting the carpets to our new house, while Mike Jr., Karsten and Kitty are playing in the yard. Oh, how I love my little children! What I don't love, though, dear diary, are uptight people, like our former neighbours. What unpleasant people! I wonder how control freaks like that can get on with their lives.
Apr 16th - Well, dear diary, it doesn't look like much improvement. I and Mike Jr. were on a bus, on our way to shop for groceries, and some control nazi complained to us. Is it really his business, dear diary, to question warm and loving relationship between me and my children? Oh, how some fascists can get miffed by smallest things, like breast-feeding an 11-year-old! I know, though, that in the end, I and my children will have better relations because of it.
Oh well. Looks like it's better to start the practices again with the children.
Apr 19th - Good start for practices, dear diary! That copy of Anarchist's Cookbook I downloaded from the Net sure came to good use. Kitty can make bombs like a real pro, and there is one traffic light less to prove it! (I hate traffic lights, dear diary. Those meddlesome things our government uses to interfere me with are just proof of how the society has got more and more unwelcoming.) After the practises, I gave my children paintball guns and let them shoot around the house with them. I believe to freedom in raising my children. They can choose whether they shoot cupboard, toilet can or Michael's bed.
Apr 20th - Oh, how typical! Michael found out I had restarted the practices and dared to complain about it. That man o' mine can sure be like those uptight people, sometimes! He doesn't believe in freedom like I do, that's for sure. Oh well, I'll just have to manage - I'm a freewheeling person who doesn't care about small things, dear diary.
Apr 22th - Again, dear diary, I just can't understand how empty lives of some people must be. One elderly man dared to complain about Karsten's purple Mohawk and pink brassiere! I, naturally, called him a fascist, Mussolini clone and SS-Stormtrooper, while my children greeted him with resounding Sieg Heil. Just like I had taught them! I sure gave him a good scare!
Apr 24th - I was feeling pretty mischievous today, so I made little Kitty dress up as me! I then instructed him to imitate me, bellowing out phrases like "I'm AnnC, the biggest ***** in this house". This just goes to prove what a lover of liberty I am, dear diary. Could a parent of a house filled with national socialists go through mockery like this? Of course, should little Kitty do something like this on her own, I would be very sad indeed, as it would just go to prove that fascism has started to affect her.
Apr 27th - You'll never believe this, dear diary! This couple next door, who look like very boring people, came to me and said my lawn was getting too tall for it's own good! Whatever people do, dear diary, my lawn is something that is not to be criticized. Talk about making a mountain out of a molehill! Why do small details like this so infuriate the little Hitlers of the world? Oh well, time for me and my children to respond. Michael, as usual, disapproved. Well, tough noogies, hubby! I have my ways of dealing with problems, and I'll use them.
Apr 30th - Little Karsten sure has a good aim! The front window of those neighbourhood nazis is starting to look like an omelette, for all the eggs my precious children have thrown at it. Not the back window, of course, since I need it for my studies. My drawings of the husband of the family are starting to get ready.
By Stefu. (Invent your own witty opening line.)
Secret Diary of AnnC (Any relation husband and children have to real people is purely coincidental.)
Apr 14th - Whew! At last we managed to unload all of our packages from van. Michael is currently refitting the carpets to our new house, while Mike Jr., Karsten and Kitty are playing in the yard. Oh, how I love my little children! What I don't love, though, dear diary, are uptight people, like our former neighbours. What unpleasant people! I wonder how control freaks like that can get on with their lives.
Apr 16th - Well, dear diary, it doesn't look like much improvement. I and Mike Jr. were on a bus, on our way to shop for groceries, and some control nazi complained to us. Is it really his business, dear diary, to question warm and loving relationship between me and my children? Oh, how some fascists can get miffed by smallest things, like breast-feeding an 11-year-old! I know, though, that in the end, I and my children will have better relations because of it.
Oh well. Looks like it's better to start the practices again with the children.
Apr 19th - Good start for practices, dear diary! That copy of Anarchist's Cookbook I downloaded from the Net sure came to good use. Kitty can make bombs like a real pro, and there is one traffic light less to prove it! (I hate traffic lights, dear diary. Those meddlesome things our government uses to interfere me with are just proof of how the society has got more and more unwelcoming.) After the practises, I gave my children paintball guns and let them shoot around the house with them. I believe to freedom in raising my children. They can choose whether they shoot cupboard, toilet can or Michael's bed.
Apr 20th - Oh, how typical! Michael found out I had restarted the practices and dared to complain about it. That man o' mine can sure be like those uptight people, sometimes! He doesn't believe in freedom like I do, that's for sure. Oh well, I'll just have to manage - I'm a freewheeling person who doesn't care about small things, dear diary.
Apr 22th - Again, dear diary, I just can't understand how empty lives of some people must be. One elderly man dared to complain about Karsten's purple Mohawk and pink brassiere! I, naturally, called him a fascist, Mussolini clone and SS-Stormtrooper, while my children greeted him with resounding Sieg Heil. Just like I had taught them! I sure gave him a good scare!
Apr 24th - I was feeling pretty mischievous today, so I made little Kitty dress up as me! I then instructed him to imitate me, bellowing out phrases like "I'm AnnC, the biggest ***** in this house". This just goes to prove what a lover of liberty I am, dear diary. Could a parent of a house filled with national socialists go through mockery like this? Of course, should little Kitty do something like this on her own, I would be very sad indeed, as it would just go to prove that fascism has started to affect her.
Apr 27th - You'll never believe this, dear diary! This couple next door, who look like very boring people, came to me and said my lawn was getting too tall for it's own good! Whatever people do, dear diary, my lawn is something that is not to be criticized. Talk about making a mountain out of a molehill! Why do small details like this so infuriate the little Hitlers of the world? Oh well, time for me and my children to respond. Michael, as usual, disapproved. Well, tough noogies, hubby! I have my ways of dealing with problems, and I'll use them.
Apr 30th - Little Karsten sure has a good aim! The front window of those neighbourhood nazis is starting to look like an omelette, for all the eggs my precious children have thrown at it. Not the back window, of course, since I need it for my studies. My drawings of the husband of the family are starting to get ready.
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