Adding my voice to the chorus of gratitude. And agreeing with you on the Vs around death in this country.
I hadn't thought about it, but it turns out that the stunt people are also out on strike ... bringing their special skills.
Not just any stunt person!! Hey Mike Massa!
Breaking news: I am the worst mother ever for making ltc do the things she does every single day as part of our routine. Is it August 30th yet?
Congratulations on your worst parenting ever! It's a badge to wear with pride! And now, since it took me 20 minutes to write this, I'm giving up, as I am also the worst.
Nope, you're the best. We all voted.
What Dana said. We have made our ruling and it shall not be overturned.
I'm giving up, as I am also the worst.
Pretty sure you need to look at your own tagline — you fuckin' rule.
JZ, you are absolutely the best, and I promise I will wear my badge with pride!
ltc has worked her way up from 20 minutes of clean up to 40 minutes of clean up. She’s not happy, but at least she stopped doubling down.
See, I would like to add to the chorus, but bringing Grandma home wasn't like that. But I guess that was what our relationship was like(Up to and including putting her cremation on my credit card...don't have a family and wait till you're eighty-five to get life insurance...it isn't nice.) I guess it was something to see her without the protective carapace of makeup and bullshit in which she lived most of her life, but Larry David would have been proud: There was no hugging, and no learning. Maybe she knew if it had been sweet, I would have written about it and she didn't want to let me have it--no, probably it just took too long for us to know it was It, even though she was over ninety.
She sent me $10 a month, for about two years, because though she talked All The Time(I come by it natural) one of the things she couldn't say was "I'm sorry"--though maybe the apology might have meant more. I took the cash cause I knew that was what I got and it was kind of a backhanded acknowledgement that she wasn't...fair with me a lot of time when I was growing up. Which did help, but is a story I don't tell, either. Because I still don't think there's a children's book called "When Grandma's Not Okay," although I needed one, and it seems to say something about me that I only have one set of cute-grandma stories, and even those, well enough honest for one day.
sometimes, the postings are hard to read(in a touching way) but it feels like the least I could do to read since I can't be there.