another stupid email

Did you hear the one about the mother who works long hard hours, comes home, her son asks her how much she makes per hour, she says $20 per hour; he then asks for $5, she gets angry, thinks about it, gives him the money, and then sees him counting the money along with other money he has. She asks him what he's doing, he informs her that he's saved $20 and can now pay her to come home an hour early so he can have dinner with her. How quaint, and now, because I should feel guilty, I should pass this to all my friends so they should feel guilty. Well, I'm 58 years old, my mom lives in NY, and my dad died some years ago. I live in Arizona, I call my mom often, usually every day (I miss sometimes). I take my son to the zoo twice a week, and to the jungle gym two or three times per week. My son sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, my wife needs to sleep, so I get up and entertain him for several hours. Sometimes I resent it all, but usually I figure, it's just being responsible. My guess is most folks do it something like me. I stopped feeling guilty long ago, I do what I'm supposed to, and I do not need my friends sending me this sort of drek (if you aren't Jewish, that is the Yiddish equivalent of dog droppings). My guess is that most folks are like me, and reading this stuff which we know is some sort of parable written by a hack who can't get published, is boorish at best. Please don't send it to me. Please don't copy it, and forward it, it is bad writing, and deserves an ignoble death, the writer does not deserve to see it coming around again.