Monday, July 23, 2012
Vacation with the P's or "Anyone seen my Belltone?"
Vacation with the P's or, "Does anyone know where I put my Belltone"?
Yes, I know I'm behind on a new blog or ten. I have tons of blogs coming down the chute because I'm on vacation with my parents (gasp)! How old am I? Twelve? We're visiting Washington state to see my sister and husband for (another gasp) 2 weeks. And that was a plea-bargain, because they wanted me to go for three weeks. It was difficult, but after perusing Jen's supply of prescription meds, it got it whittled down to . . .
OK, so you can gather all the gaffes I can write about, the gist of it being, how much you love your parents but are horribly conflicted you are because they are so fucking annoying.
One of my favorites goes like this:
You are quickly trying to put on your mascara and brush your teeth at the same time because you know that sooner or later either parent is going to walk in the bathroom, announcing that they're going to have to take a "huge dumper" but "never mind, you don't have to finish what you're doing." They'll be in just "a moment."
Or this little scenario:
"Have you seen my coffee, Mom?"
"Copy? Copy what?"
"My coffee! Have you seen my coffee?!!!!"
"No, I don't have a cough dear."
(Repeat ad nauseum)