A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood

Good morning my folks! Today is a good day, because I have no work this early in the morning. This is unusual, but I’m feeling great as a result. I woke up late, had to rush my shower, didn’t even get the customary crusty ass granola bar. But I get here, and it’s all good. The NH Queen ain’t mad, y’all. However, 213’s Groupie Love is playing on Power 106. I hate that song. You have NO idea how I hate that song. God help me, I wish I could slap Warren G and Snoop upside they head for that travesty of a song. Can a sista get some Gin & Juice up in here? Damn. Anyway, y’all know how I hate my brother 95% of the time? But 5% of the time he’s great? Well last night he knew I was sad because all my crap-ass ex’es are coming around, and I hate them all. I was sad because for once I wanted to talk to someone I wouldn’t have to cuss out, and there was no one. So I took my ass to bed. But before I went to sleep, the boy came in there with a Chocolate Drumstick offa the ice cream truck (what 'chu know about that CPT ice Cream truck passing at 9:30 pm?) and sat on my bed. He said, “Pooh, don’t worry, Imma take care of you. I’m forbidding you from finding a man, because you’re hella bad at it. But I’m gonna find you one, and kick his ass. If he can withstand that ass-kickin, he will be worthy of you. So eat this, go to sleep, and know June’s gonna work it out.” I couldn’t do nothing but crack up. Things like that make me thank God I have a brother. I wanna kill him most of the time, but I love him dearly. He’s plotting his marriage for next year. I ain’t even mad that I lost the race, LOL. I’m so proud of him. He’s closer to buying his house then I am, because God knows he’s gotta provide for wifey. All I gotta say is, the Negro that comes up on me has some big shoes to fill. My baby brother is only 21, and he’s more than able to hold it down, and not just financially. He knows that a sistas legs aint gonna be hairless every single day. He knows the agony of cramps and the importance of drugs. He knows that we inherently feel ugly, and he knows how to fix that. I’m proud of Junior. Momma, Nisha, and I did a damn good job with him. He can take care of his woman. And the broad he’s marrying is cool w/ me. She passed Nisha and my scrutiny over 2 years ago. I know she wont hurt my brother. She don’t wanna die. Anyway, time for me to look busy. And I'm so good at that. Side Note: I hate this McDonalds $1 Tuesday commercial. Yay! The Nelly & Jaheim song is on! YAY! So you all must do the same. Have a lovely day until I come back.