Hi, Everyone!
Before I go on with today’s blog, I want to announce that I, Natasha Renee Stewart, completed my first module with a 3.6 GPA… whoop-whoop!
And now, back to our regularly scheduled blog.
Well, it’s official—I’ll be staying over my Great Aunt Donna’s for Thanksgiving break.
Y’all know the mental anguish that I had to go through in making such a tough decision. I mean, I had had so much fun over at Great Aunt Reesie’s that I knew her door would be open for me; all I had to do was just say the word. And then I had Ruby’s parents invite me over for Thanksgiving, which was a lovely gesture in and of itself. Overall, I believe that I made the right decision with staying at Great Aunt Donna’s—just as long as she doesn’t try to sing… hahahaha!
You know, people think that’s just an inside joke, but it’s the truth—Great Aunt Donna, as lovable as she is, cannot carry a tune in a bucket. I’ve heard stories of how she sang “At Last” by Etta James as a tribute to when Gramma Jewel and Grampa Clark got married. It was said that she failed miserably in hittin’ those high notes. My own mom told a story about how Great Aunt Donna called herself trying to enter a singing contest back in 1991, and everyone in the family quickly called an impromptu intervention. I used to go to bat for Great Aunt Donna’s singing... that is, until I heard it for myself back in August. Not wanting to hurt her feelings, I merely said to Great Aunt Donna that she was the most unique singer in the whole world. Mom quickly added: “I’ve heard cats gettin’ kicked off a porch sound better than that!” I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t help it—Mom had hit Great Aunt Donna with a good zinger. Of course, Great Aunt Donna accused us all of being “supreme playa-hatas,” and told us that we “had best recognize who’s got talent all up in this piece!”
The bad singing notwithstanding, I look forward to spending Thanksgiving with Great Aunt Donna, who is just a year younger than Gramma Jewel yet a year older than Great Aunt Reesie. Much like every other woman in my family, Great Aunt Donna is hip with it—she’s cool like that, if you will.
Well, y’all, it looks like I’m gonna have to end this here blog, but I’ll be hollin’ at you all later on. Take care.
By the way: Am I talking more Southern than normal? Hahaha!
Hugs & Kisses,
Natasha
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