'Heart Of Gold'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hil, that sounds like a perfectly acceptable dinner on a night when you're feeling lousy. I'm sorry your mother was pushing your buttons.
I was feeling lousy today. I ended up taking a long nap and having a box of Trader Joe's mac & cheese for lunch. No gym today, maybe tomorrow. TCG is making dinner, which luckily for both of is leftovers that just need to be heated.
Last night my dinner was a coke and corn chex (ETA: plain from the box, not with milk or anything). I think you're fine.
Last night my dinner was a coke and corn chex (ETA: plain from the box, not with milk or anything).
That wasn't the explanation I was looking for. Was the Corn Chex in the Coke?
(I'm probably going to delete at least some of that soon.)
No, they were separate. I drank the coke, and ate the chex by handfuls from the box, because I was too lazy to cook anything.
For lunch today I ate my roommate's ravioli. She had offered them last night but I was too lazy. Now I have to buy her some more
ETA: oh jeez, Hil, that's annoying. Reminds me a bit of Tom's issue the other day.
Hil, that sounds incredibly frustrating. I'm sorry your mom wasn't able to hear and acknowledge the things you were saying. Ugh.
Maybe your mother is trying to reconcile how she may have hurt you both and the minor shit is her start to recognizing the more serious stuff?
One can hope.
Some days I regret not trying to engage my mother on issues before her death. More days I'm glad I decided to let it all go. Of course it resulted in not speaking to any of my blood family for over a decade, but I was apparently not missed.
Your coping methods will more than likely vary.
Weirdly, Facebook has resulted in my exchanging more information with my remaining sister than we've traded this century. (I love using that phrase)