Ava thinks we should have it written with rhinestones

The Sister’s are feeling sullen. All three of us at the same time.  This probably isn’t good for the world as a whole and definitely not good for the happy, smiley, nauseatingly Sesame Street store greeter type people that seem to populate our world.

I’ve decided I just don’t want to talk to people anymore.  This isn’t good considering my job requires me to listen to people and express empathy for their tough financial situations. Apparently, I’m a consummate actress because my customer evaluations always come back glowing. We also resent clerks in stores offering to help us and we resent them when they are invisible. There is no winning with us. We resent the slackers at The Church (Barnes & Noble’s instore Starbucks) who hog all the tables when we meet there for coffee, yummies and bitching. Don’t these freakin people have jobs? We could go on forever listing the people who irritate us but after a while that would get irritating.

I don’t know if our problem is that it’s been a ridiculously long, hot summer or our general malaise with our chosen professions.  Perhaps it’s because there is no diet in this world that works and we’re all deathly tired of salad. Maybe it’s because, since we haven’t won the lottery, we lost Greece when the rest of Europe decided to bail them out.  We have hopes for Italy or Spain – specifically Italy.  We contemplated whether or not to allow the Pope to stay in Vatican City, but we think not. I plan to put my bed directly under Michelangelo’s masterpiece.

However our problem began, it’s escalated into a dire situation indeed.  I suggested today that we get shirts that read: