Omnis, I think her trip is cancelled?

Holey Moley.

I am heading up the Thinking Day International Dinner for our Girl Scout service unit.

I had hoped that by emphasizing that I wanted to take care of my mental health as well as my physical health in order to recover from being sick, my mom would not bring up my current potential future wife, but of course she appears completely oblivious to her effect on me. After some curt, evasive answers, I again emphasized that I was looking after my mental health.

"Mental health, what do you mean?"
"Mental health, we are not talking about this."
"Let me ask you something: do you have someone that you're—"
"No! I do not have anyone, and I am tired of that question!"
"You used to talk so nicely to me, what happened?"
"It's been years and years and years, and I'm tired of it."
"Do you want to get married?"
"Yes! Just not like this."
"Then how?"
"The old-fashioned way."
"How is that?"
"I'll find someone myself."

Unable to respond, she hung up.

Ironic, right, because "the old fashioned way" in so many cultures, throughout history, was indeed getting set up by your parents.

But good for you, P-C. You're coming into your own.

Ironic, right, because "the old fashioned way" in so many cultures, throughout history, was indeed getting set up by your parents.

I know, right? If my mom were known for her scintillating wit, she would have shot back, "This IS the old-fashioned way!"

But good for you, P-C. You're coming into your own.

That was not how I envisioned that conversation going. I had been putting it off since last week, and I had this whole thing where I was going to calmly quit the process instead of get all emotional like I always do, but I am seriously, seriously, seriously tired of her constantly assuming that the reason I'm resistant to an arranged marriage is because I have some secret girlfriend because if it weren't for her constant oppression and brainwashing, I might actually be capable of having a functional relationship with a woman. I've missed out on all the regular mating rituals during my development process. I don't know how to do any of it.

You're doing a good job, P-C. Hang in there.

Kitty is so wee that I am sitting upright and she is perched on my boobs and one shoulder.

MAKE THE SNOW STOP. MAKE. IT. STOP. We have no more room for any more snow ever ever ever. None zero nada zip. And squat for good measure. NO it is not allowed to snow on Tuesday. Just. No.

::ahem:: ok better now.

I tried to use Orajel on my wisdom tooth socket. It worked, but also numbed about a third of my tongue. This feels weird.

smonster, I'm so glad you took foster kitty to the vet. Poor wee thing. Many hugs for you and her.

P-C, I hope you feel better soon - physically and emotionally.

Help. Get me off this phone. She. Um. No!

I should explain.

On the phone with okcupid gal that I'm supposed to have a date with on Saturday. a) she LOVES Fox News. b) she doesn't know what NPR is. c) Her favorite tv show is Fox Sports. She got mad at her kid for deleting the pre-game show, because she wanted to hear the banter of Terry and the guys.