In a couple hours I am driving up to Alton, IL to pick up my mom and take her to lunch for her birthday. We haven't spoken since June of last year. I wasn't invited to Thanksgiving; I wasn't invited to Christmas. (With our family it is entirely possible that nothing was done but I was neither consulted nor advised if that was the case.)
Posted by Gwen | Labels: Stuff that's crap-your-pants scary
Truth be told, if I hadn't emailed her a week ago and asked her if she wanted to celebrate in our usual fashion (pigging out on crab legs at Red Lobster) we wouldn't be doing this at all. It took her three days to respond and when she did she said, "Okay, I like crab legs as much as the next guy." I am about ready to puke right now from nerves and dread. Please send happy vibes my way; I could use all the help I can get with this one.
I have a second birthday celebration even deeper into Illinois at 6:30 pm so I have to find something to do with myself for about five hours this afternoon. I have a loose plan to go see The Watchmen on the advice of mjenks and Scope. I think a potentially violent fantasy escape after lunch may prove helpful.
But my reward for today's cross-Illinois birthday marathon? Sass is coming to visit tomorrow. I've already received one email offering money for awkward photos of her. I love that everyone realizes I can be bought. Did you guys know my bathroom door doesn't lock? Tell me what you've got and I'll see what I can do.
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