Does your Mom have any pets, Vortex?
No, pets are messy.
OMG, Vortex. Does she often call at 2AM??? I would've killed her as soon as I realized it wasn't about SIL's giving birth RIGHT NOW. Ay. WTF???
I KNOW! she kept saying "oh, I thought that you would be out, so I was just going to leave a message" THEN WHY DID YOU CALL MY CELL PHONE?
there is really no possible justification for calling someone at 2 o'clock in the fucking morning.
Yup. And she mentioned that my aunt had just left, so I know that there were copious amounts of wine consumed, which probably contributed to her "logic"
In case I'm not the only one who loves Grape Nuts but is bothered by the difficulty of getting the proportion of milk to cereal right I feel I must share my simple yet elegant solution. Today I put a layer of Special K down first. Then, when I poured the milk, it had places to hide from the super-absorbent Grape Nuts. I'm almost done with my creal and there is still a teensy bit of free milk in the bottom of the bowl. It's a beautiful thing.
I now return you to your regularly scheduled conversation of why calling someone at 2AM is just fucking wrong.
Things Vortex won't say, because, after all, it is her mother:
"The next time you call me at 2 am, and it is not because someone related to me is dead or dying, I will automatically assume you need either bail money or a ride because you are too drunk to drive safely."
"Well, I was planning on going to the birthday party, but because of some rude phone calls at grossly inappropriate times of night, I will need to sleep tomorrow during the day."
Widowed mother logic, which makes the kind of sense that...isn't. Hang up, quietly, and set the phone to voice mail until you're ready to talk to humans again.
Unless you can live with yourself after remonstrating with her. Whereupon she will be all innocent injury and "Whyfor are you mad at me, I've done nothing to earn your wrath you hateful ungrateful child."
Um. You're a grownup woman, love. You need nobody to tell you how to handle this.
I'm bored. H is sleeping. He's so tired out from this illness, and I know that, but...I'm tired of being supportive and encouraging, and I'm a little upset at having to postpone celebrations. And feeling guilty about being tired and upset.
I'm a mess. Plus I have an infected cuticle on my gigging finger and it huuuuurrrts and I can't do stuff 'cause it's my right hand.. Whine, whine, whine. If I had booze I'd drink, but all we have is beer and all it does is make my sinuses stuffy and...well, poop.
I think I'm done. I may go take a nap myself. Maybe that will help with the cranky.
{{Bev}}
Vortex, I continue to be impressed with how calmly you handle your mom and sorry that you have to.
Call me a prude, but I can't bring myself to look at slash fics from either Anne of Green Gables or the Chronicles of Narnia.
I think "fond childhood memories" is a reasonable line to draw, WindSparrow.
{{{Bev}}}
Vortex, I continue to be impressed with how calmly you handle your mom and sorry that you have to.
Ditto. I've actually gotten to a point with my mother where I say what I'm thinking. Which, as Lewis is fond of saying, is scary for people who are used to it.
I have zenned past it. Now I am very anticipatory.
I was going to make Nigella's Coq au Riesling, but I was trying to avoid going to the store. So, I substituted cremini mushrooms for oyster, thyme for bay leaves, and shallots for leeks. I have pasta dough resting, which I will turn in to noodles.
I just spent all afternoon holding the calmest newborn I have ever met. I was in such a good mood holding him that I didn't do anything to the person who asked if I was pregnant.
(((Bev)))
