Mall~ma back atcha, Barb. I would be a bad mother, because I would drop the kid off and go to Borders/B&N whatever and drink coffee and read books.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
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Mall~ma back atcha, Barb. I would be a bad mother, because I would drop the kid off and go to Borders/B&N whatever and drink coffee and read books.
If it was one of my kids, it would be understandable.
However.
In this scenario, I'm the child. And the chauffeur. You dig where I'm coming from?
::sigh::
Oh, that would give me even MORE reason to do it. Something along the lines of "if you're going to treat me like a taxi, I'll act like one - I'll drop you off and you can call and I'll pick you up. I won't even charge you."
Gads, I wish I could do that. But she's got the bad knee (that she was supposed to have surgically repaired two YEARS ago, but keeps putting off) and is walking with a cane and needs someone to carry packages and... and...
And if I don't, I'll have to hear about it. And hear about it. And hear about it.
I know, I know.
I'm being a wuss.
I'm trying to look at it as amassing good karma.
And lessons learned in terms of things not to do to my own children.
Besides, I'll think of far more creative ways to torture them.
I don't think you;re being a wuss. You're being nice. It ain't fun, but it is kind of you, and nothing wrong with that.
Barb, sanity~ma for you.
iron ~ma looks to my brane about one and a half steps from Iron Man. So I'm'a go with that for the general badassness, but without the alcoholism and the nuclear heartlight.
Hee. Grandma Lilla's superpowers run more to conversational endurance and knowing everyone in the world. But I think she's pretty awesome.
Oh, Barb. What a PITA. Patience~ma to you.
I drop my parents off at malls when they get insane about needing to shop near Christmas.
My sister has just tasked me, however, with buying her electronics and laundry detergent. Which all has to be done today, because I won't be able to drive tomorrow before the flight. I kinda of hate her.
Someone is wearing bells today. I don't know whether to be charmed or homicidal.
The guy she tried to put a bell on put it succinctly: "I don't want a bell! I'm not a cow!"
Barb, much sanity~ma to you.
Must.not.kill.neighbors. They are continually slamming doors today. I have never met people who need to leave and come back as often as these people.