I mistook her for my relatives for a moment, and thought the kid was supposed to be devoured.

It feels like she'd be ok with that, if PC agreed to marry it first. As long as it was a Gujarati lion.

Hey Sunil, I told DH about you coming to Miami to go cruisin' and he of course asked me when. And I had no answer.

May 28! Entertain me and stuff!

A *lion.* That's colorful, mom!P-C. Damn colorful.

Well, the lion came from me. They're going to Africa in July, and I was joking about safaris and how they should try not to be eaten by a lion. Which gave her an opening.

Sunil, that kind of blatant guilt-fishing would make all "Oh, I see you read my letter to Santa(Or something...Indian-equivalent.") But I have been guilted by master guilters to the point that I don't *even* play with bush-league manipulation anymore.

I just let her go on and on and said, "No," and then she kept going on, and I joked, "Who am I going to call on Mother's Day?" and she said I'd find someone, my dad would marry someone who would make him and me happier, and she eventually stopped and transitioned into the usual lecture about how much it hurt them to have their son be with a white girl, even after they'd so graciously loosened their criteria from Gujarati (one STATE in one country in all the world) to Indian (one COUNTRY in all the world).

It feels like she'd be ok with that, if PC agreed to marry it first. As long as it was a Gujarati lion.

Heh.

I haven't smoked since last Wednesday. Four days! Gold stars.

Woooo!

Yay four non-smoking days!! I'm so glad I never picked up the habit, because I suspect I'd be really shit at quitting.

I made my sewing machine work! And tore up one dress so that it opens all the way on teh side (it stopped just before the armhole, with the zipper, and that was needlessly difficult to put on, so I opened it up and replaced the top bit with a snap) And I sewed pockets in two of my dresses! One is sort of a test dress...I bought it but it's more a tunic, and I'm not sure how to wear it (with a belt, but I can't figure out where to place one, thin or thick, what pants to wear under...) But now it has a pocket! AND I even figured out how to use a different sewing machine presser foot, so I could do fancy stitches! I feel so accomplished.

I have such a hard time wrapping my head around your mother's train of thought, p-c. It breaks my brain every time.

She's certainly not the first mother to pull the "You'll be happier when I'm dead!" card, though.

I'm reading the Game of Thrones books, and just got to a part that's making me all flaily and wanting to kick things and say, "You can't do that!" Then I need to remember that it's just a book.

But really. He can't do that!

The best my mother ever came up with was a tearful "Don't you love me?" to which I replied, "Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to."

It really is the lion bit that makes it, though.

It really is the lion bit that makes it, though.

That's definitely a fresh angle on an old chestnut.

Hil, I'm willing to bet I know *exactly* what part you just read. Are you a little over halfway through book three?