Temporary rant I will take down becaue I really DO like my mother rather a lot:
Spike's Bitches 28: For the Safety of Puppies...and Christmas!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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.)
Oh my lord, Trudy. I'm sorry. And I hope things are/were peaceful for them both.
I wanted to post while you were on and we seem to be missing each other a lot lately.
Your sister is darling DARLING. I'm so glad she didn't run off to sweden with that dope. EVIL BAD MAN.
We did upper west sidey things! Popover Cafe! Zabar's!
Mom is still onthe phone. Sounds like there is a nurse or something there. Holy shit.
We do not call our mothers those names. Especially cause they might lurk and thus we lose plausible deniability. It's a rule for a reason.
Oh brenda and Trudy...
I'm going to go back and delete me NOT calling my mother those names. because of plausible denyability and not because it appears her mother is dying holy fucking shit.
Naw, give all to Trudy.
Trudy has real shit going on. I have an irritating person being irritating.
And I know where he is. He has a regular bar near here. I'm actually kind of thinking about going down there. Though I only want to if the bartender who will let me bring the dog in is there.