I just got off the phone with home. Miz Naincy can't come to the computer right now because she's got her feet propped up with a mimosa in one hand and the phone book in the other, thumbing through the yellow pages to find classes that will teach her to fire her new gun (no, I'm not joking) and watching my dad attempt to re-pierce her sister's ears with a needle. I say "attempt" because he's apparently three beers in and still can't get within a foot of her face.
Momma, I maintain that you were not human from 1989 to 2001, but neither was I, really. And thanks for not killing me in the intervening years (not for lack of effort, either), although if you see this you might rethink that decision.
As if I needed a reminder not to sneak up on your Mom before. Now I'll definitely file that under Bad Idea in "Good Idea Bad Idea"
Posted by: Big Daddy at May 15, 2007 09:12 AM