Why The Mustard Jar Is On The Table

This b my finality con-tri-bu-tion this Tuesday a.m. but feel
U need 2 no what is goin on here at this island paradise, much
safer place then Aruba, near Belize.

My PO thinks I be lackin in knowin how 2 make a sandwich. So,
I jes decided 2 put the mustard jar on the table and let him fix
my mistakes. Well, I made a grave error yesteddy and put sum
musterd on both slices of his home-made, warmed in the oven,
MOW bread. Nowin in advance thet I didn't do it rite, I also put
the jar with a knife it it on the table in frunt of his tummy 'n
his tidy, blue placemat with used napkin. In no longer then a
minit he wanted to no why I, Yo Mama, had ruint his sammich by
lettin him put more mustert on it. I did it agin, why oh why
kaint I do things rite round here? Will u testify in kourt 4 me
regardin how I truly ain't crazy when he goes to put me away in
a safe place and keep my dog?

Yo Mama and her Tuesday morning delimna