Tomlin and Wagner did The Search for Intelligent Life in the Universe back in the '80s. I think then is when I figured she was gay.
I saw that with my mom when she brought it to Chicago on tour in 1988 or '89, and came to the same conclusion after seeing the play. My dad had won tickets to the show (his group won the Tribune's Ribfest in '88) and saw it with his wife and some friends, and hated it with a passion. Knowing his rather conservative views on sexuality, I wasn't surprised.
Speaking of my dad, he cracked me up at Thanksgiving when I was telling him about my eye doctor appointment and the expectation of needing bifocals in the next few years. He said something about "Well, that'll happen when you hit 38," and I replied, "Dad, I'll be 41 in March." His expression of sheer horror was priceless!
OTOH, it's possible we're not funny because we don't have penises.
Don't get me wrong -- I'm a fan of the penis, very pro-penis... but
nothing
is funnier than a penis.
Ha! I'm never sure if my father knows how old I am. My mother does, though, to the second.
During one of my whiny calls home I was complaining to her that the doctor had put me on baby aspirin to mitigate an elevated stroke risk. She tried to comfort me by telling me her doctor had done the same thing to her.
Dude! You're hypertensive and thirty-odd years older than me! I feel worse now, not better.
I'm wicked funny! And Jewish. And hefty. So I don't count, I guess. WhatEv!!!
My mother never knows how old I am either -- she was shocked to learn that it's my Jesus year coming up. (WOO HOO JESUS YEAR!!)
I'm wicked funny! And Jewish. And hefty. So I don't count, I guess. WhatEv!!!
You should consider being professionally Lesbian.
I wonder if my chances would be better with women, now that I think of it.
My mother's funnier than my father. Don't tell him I said that. Or her, really. But she's so damned random. She has that absent-minded professor thing mixed with some vintage bubbly blonde, and is yet perfectly capable of a wide mix of things.
Early one birthday morning she sent me a rambly email about how she was having insomnia and was thinking of me and wasn't quite sure why but maybe it's because 30-odd years ago to the minute she was in terrible terrible pain and it was because of me.
This is how I know she never forgets.
I hope none of our Chi'istas work in the Citibank building downtown, or travel thru the Ogilvie metra station. The whole place is in lockdown.
I hope none of our Chi'istas work in the Citibank building downtown, or travel thru the Ogilvie metra station. The whole place is in lockdown.
Yikes. I know brenda doesn't work there and neither do I. I wonder where Narrator is.
