09-23-2013, 02:47 PM
Okay, my troubles with my parents are a thimble full compared to DM's and the Yeti's fifty gallon drum. And I'm guessing (not guessing at all) that their relationship with their afflicted parents is marginally better than I have with my mother. But still, I have stories.
I had an accident is a phrase no one wants to hear. You don't want the phone to ring and have the voice on the other end say those words. You don't want your child to approach with you that chilling phrase.
Nor do you want to hear them when your mother exits the bathroom at the Iron Skillet at the base of the grapevine, reaching forward with some mysterious object in her hand.
After breakfast, my mother dashed to the gift shop adjacent to the restaurant in order to buy more treasures ( A route 66 plate and a tin of playing cards with route 66 on the lid) when she said she had to go to the bathroom.
Because of my mother's gallbladder problems (Look up Porcelain Gallbladder in your handy desktop medical reference) she has to go frequently, sometimes she is even ready for it. This is one of the reasons there were so many pit-stop pictures from the trip up and back from Saratoga. But this trip at the Petgo Truck stop seemed to be taking a lot longer than usual. Eventually she did emerge and it was the confusion caused by the accident statement that made me actually take the wet object from my mother's outstretched hand.
When the words finally resolved themselves in my head, it was too late to hand my mother's paper towel wrapped underwear back to her or at least refuse accepting them. The next phrase brought the incident into clarity.
"You need to go into my suitcase in the car and get me some clean underwear"
So, the wet object I am holding is your dirty underwear probably fresh from a wash in the sink? Good times.
A happy story for you to think on whenever you travel the grapevine and see the giant Iron Skillet sign by the side of the road.
I had an accident is a phrase no one wants to hear. You don't want the phone to ring and have the voice on the other end say those words. You don't want your child to approach with you that chilling phrase.
Nor do you want to hear them when your mother exits the bathroom at the Iron Skillet at the base of the grapevine, reaching forward with some mysterious object in her hand.
After breakfast, my mother dashed to the gift shop adjacent to the restaurant in order to buy more treasures ( A route 66 plate and a tin of playing cards with route 66 on the lid) when she said she had to go to the bathroom.
Because of my mother's gallbladder problems (Look up Porcelain Gallbladder in your handy desktop medical reference) she has to go frequently, sometimes she is even ready for it. This is one of the reasons there were so many pit-stop pictures from the trip up and back from Saratoga. But this trip at the Petgo Truck stop seemed to be taking a lot longer than usual. Eventually she did emerge and it was the confusion caused by the accident statement that made me actually take the wet object from my mother's outstretched hand.
When the words finally resolved themselves in my head, it was too late to hand my mother's paper towel wrapped underwear back to her or at least refuse accepting them. The next phrase brought the incident into clarity.
"You need to go into my suitcase in the car and get me some clean underwear"
So, the wet object I am holding is your dirty underwear probably fresh from a wash in the sink? Good times.
A happy story for you to think on whenever you travel the grapevine and see the giant Iron Skillet sign by the side of the road.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit