Thursday, November 26, 2009

All Right! Some holidays Rock!

You know that it's been a successful Thanksgiving when you:

(1) tell your mother to go fuck herself;

(2) tell her in front of your daughters; and

(3) realize that it was the fourth or fifth time you'd said it to the old broad that day.

Luckily, when I told my oldest, in a later moment of partial calm and partial recovery, that I couldn't wait until I was in my eighties and she told me to go fuck myself, my daughter responded:

oh dad, don't worry -- you don't have to wait . . . .

1 comment:

Mister Parker said...

It's like dealing with a three year old except three year olds have a certain charm plus the promise that eventually they'll grow up.

Then you lay all the preceding years of dysfunction and resentment on top of it and you've got yourself a really miserable few years to look forward to.

The one upside is that five minutes after you lose your temper, she's already forgotten.

Mostly you can only keep telling yourself that she can't help doing whatever it is she's doing.