Sorry Mom

I always try to visit my Mom every four of five days. I should have peeked in on her today to sing but there is so much to do being John Malkovich and all. The weather has been spot on perfect since Monday. Yet I have barely been able to make use of it to put up lawnsigns. I’ll try to do that later today. I’ve sort of spent six years waiting for enough Red Plan prediction vindication to be able to run for the school board again. Now I’m down to less than a month. I can’t stop campaigning just because I want to sing to my Mother. Maybe tomorrow Mom. I know you didn’t want me to become a politician but that was so unfair. Your Dad was the Kansas State Auditor for 24 years running. You passed on his genes to me and I’m stuck with them.

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