The events of the day, and their resulting wear and tear, left me slouching on the couch in a way that only I can. I'd even use the phrase "world-weary" if I'd seen the world, which I certainly have not.
Then, she came up to me, all smiles. "Let's go to the kitchen and get an ice cream sandwich!"
I shouldn't be buying those for a myriad of reasons, and I rarely go into the supermarket for 2-3 things. But it's Memorial Day weekend, and the hot dog buns were moldy. Damn it, I want my money back. And...well, I do have a coupon, and they are M&M cookie ice cream sandwiches, and it's just about "summer" and...
"OK," I said, and just getting up seemed to keep the machine in motion.
"The first thing you do is open the freezer and get them." She was "helping," and this was all part of the plan. I cut it in half, which seemed to confuse and disappoint her. I told her she was getting the bigger half, which wasn't true at all, but I was managing sugar in the late hours.
Sitting down, she suspected a ruse: "Can I have a bite of yours, too?" No. This way we both have some, right? "Yes. I got the biggest piece!"
Well, this worked out perfectly. Eating, both of us all smiles, she looked at me and said "I'm so lucky!" No, sweetie. I'm lucky. Despite the large lack of good luck in my life, I'm lucky. Right here and now, there's no doubt I'm lucky.
"Yeah!"
The drug-fueled ramblings, whiskey-aided thoughts, and incoherent musings of sports, entertainment, and the Southern California lifestyle
Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Monday, May 15, 2017
I've got living to do
Stacy, are you ready for cheer practice?
YES, mom. God, why can't we get a Betamax?
A what?
A Betamax. I'm missing this new show I like. OH - LOOK!
Ugh. Stupid Mrs. Conover moving it to the night. If it was after school--
Stacy, watch your language.
Fine, I'm going.
(One week later)
Stacy, isn't your show on now?
Oh my god! OK, Linda, I'll call you after. Bye. (pause) Mom, if you're gonna be in here, you have to be quiet.
(sigh) Fine, I'll fold the laundry in the kitchen.
WHAT?! Crap! Why are they doing this?
Stacy! Your language!
I'm calling channel 2. Oh - sorry, Dad. Let me know when you're off the phone.
What happened to your show?
It's not on. Some cartoon thing on instead.
Oh, well...you can help me fold the sheets.
Why do they have to ruin all the good shows?
I don't know, honey. I don't know.
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