Wine has made much a lot easier.

Had dinner with Pamela which was delightful. She is quite the amazing person.

After dinner (Pamela just barely survived Hodgkin's twice, I just prefer not to tell her my young cousin is dying) talked with uncle Priestly about life and things. We grabbed a bottle of wine and chatted for a while in a lounge-y area off of the lobby. Twas nice.

Step-mom is reeling. But all I can do is call and be there for her on the phone as there is no way to change my flights past just buying new ones.

Oh. And tried to explain b.org and its pretend like to my uncle. Dude, that was one glass too many obviously if I thought that was going to go well. I 'splained the heathens (including some of the very devout) to the priest. ... Special hell.

Hey brenda! Are you in the scotch yet?

I think those Teddy Girl styles would work beautifully on you. You need: (a) clutch bag; (b) perspex handled brolly; (c) cameo broach on top of your string tie; (d) coolie hat; (e) hair combed back in luxuriant waves (Not a problem for you. Or meara for that matter.)

see... its like a club with just one meeting a year... um, or an alumni group who just never went to college together... with tiaras. and porn. and glitter.

Heh. Yeah, I've had that conversation.

Cass, I hope that black cloud moves away from your vicinity soon. Too much shit. Sounds like Portland might be a good way to escape it. Glad to hear Pamela is doing well, though.

Hey brenda! Are you in the scotch yet?

Close. I went for the Crown Royal. Which is low enough to remind me that I haven't been to Canada in too long.

Which I'm thinking I might take a weekend up in Ottawa soon - and then I remember. I finally scheduled a goddamn root canal for this week. By the time it's done (root canal, post and core - whatever the hell that is, and crown) it's going to cost me over two grand. The fuck? God damn I would give anything for dental insurance right now.

Well, I got home from dinner out at 10:15 - 15 minutes after the girls' curfew...and beat them both home. Grumpy now. K-Bug had at least called to say she would be late. C, got a talking to both when I called to see where she was and when she showed up. At least CJ was asleep as he should have been.

Sigh.

Temporary rant I will take down becaue I really DO like my mother rather a lot:

From my experience as a kid, not a Mom, the call is the hugest thing. I got in trouble for not getting home on time still, but I was religious about making the call - and feeding my mom a bunch of BS that she didn't believe for a second, but that relieved her of the "dead in a ditch" thing. My brother never got that, and never understood why she was so much madder at him.

In sadly related news, my dad called to say he was coming by this afternoon and would stay the night. Talked to him at 5 when he was halfway to Chicago. Mind, he was planning to go to some fly fishing thing, and maybe Ikea, so I wasn't expecting him at 5:30 or anything.

At eight, I go ahead and order myself dinner and figure I'll share if he gets here.

At 10, after I've left like three messages on his phone, and gotten my sister to call him when she called me about something else, he calls from Ikea.

Then at 11:30, he calls from outside my building, where he's looking for parking.

Still not here, in case you were wondering.

Holy shit. My aunt just called. They're upping my Grandmother's morphine. Looks like, well, looks like she could die within days of her sister. I'm feeling nauseous.

x-posted parental rants, fun. So been there, Trudes.

Also, H had a fabulous time with you last weekend! (And wanted to know if you'd posted anything on the board.)