my forehead...and silkworms....

i am today totally convinced that i have f~u~c~k y~o~u written on my forehead, true as bob, everybody sees is but me...i don't know who wrote it there but it's obvious that the ink is permanent...lucky me...my boss asked my colleague yesterday why i was so irritated...i wasn't even aware that i was irritated...and when i was told that i look irritated...i obviously then became irritated...i am so predictable...don't tell me i'm irritated when i'm not, that really irritates me...ok???...so now i have a blank look that will make me look bored...maybe i should just stick with my fuck you face...love you...fuck you...whatever makes you happy...i aim to please after all...anyway enough already about the forehead and the hidden inscriptions... it's silkworm season...i don't know who breeds with these little creatures but every single year millions of them are sold in schools country wide...all of us bought a dozen or two ourselves in our lifetime...good times wasn't it?....needless to say that my son sold some of his much-loved marbles so that he could afford a family of silkworms...this year i have decided that they can die for all i care...cause it's always me who's faffing about the bloody worms...and then they die anyway...i go to so much trouble, i scout the neighbourhood until i find a mulberry tree...and then...we have to steal leaves every day...we sneak up to the tree and when someone comes up the road we act all innocent...the things i teach my kids...anyway~ the worms ~they die on me every year...i shudder to admit this but if they survive the stage before they spin themselves into a cocoon...i'm actually a very good person ok...but have mercy...weeks and weeks of stealing leaves does get a tad much....i then conveniently dump the poor cocoon in the dustbin...the kids don't care if they die of starvation...but i have this stupid little habit...i like to feed every living thing under my roof...the cat....i feed him...and he loves me for it...that i know...the kids are of course very irritated that the cat ignores them and can't seem to get enough of me...dah...i feed the fish...all four of them....they come to the feeding hole when i enter the kitchen...seriously...the kids i feed...nobody will notice if i don't eat for a week...i have to feed myself...all i hear is...mom i'm hungry....feed me...feed me....feed me now....dear sweet arsed mother....so i do...and i will be feeding the worms too...i just can't help myself...i'm a good person like that...oi...my sister told me this morning that her son actually named his worms...chuckle...chuckle...he is such a strange kid... he named them ...wait for this...ring...bracelet...rosebud...and angelina... how original is that!!... so i hope he will be feeding bracelet and the others some real leaves cause this auntie will not be feeding another household's worms too...i have my limits...