Back in the saddle again

I took out my 9 postcards to send today. And then realized I needed 1 more. My mommy volunteered to by an extra postcard.

RYAN: Buy 1 with a rural design. Do you know what "rural" means?
MOMMY: Of course! What do you think of mom?

Malou relayed the request to the driver, Bernie, to get my postcards to the post office before it closes at 5:00PM. Bernie had dropped of my mommy at the hospital to visit my dad. Then my mommy, who has a compulsive problem of being a nagger, called to talk back and insist that I have my postcards delivered tomorrow because it would seem like the driver would be driving too much in 1 day. Hello! Earth to mommy's brain: What do you think the driver is being paid for? I put my foot down on it.

I finished writing 10 postcards by 4:15PM. Bernie and I left and tried to go Fast and Furious style with the van to the post office. We made it. Each postcard required 2 stamps. I spent 140 pesos in postage stamps.

I visited my dad in the hospital. My mommy pestered me again about not going to Confession before Christmas. We stopped by my Auntie Aida's place. Snacked on chicken adobo. Listened to some carollers sing at the door. Then went to church for some simbang gabi mass. My mommy caught me playing with my communion bread in my mouth. Went to some place with Singapore food for dinner. It was aight. I had chicken curry.

MOMMY: Your dad thought that, because you kept videotaping him this whole time, he was gonna die!

Whoops. My bad.

Now here's the real fun: Uncle Mon started teaching me to ride a motorcycle. I hadn't been on a motorcycle since the last time I was in the Philippines 2 years ago. I had a lot of near accidents then, and I had a lot of near accidents now. We'll pick this lesson up later.