Family Fun
I know you never thought you’d hear (see?) me say this, but I almost feel sorry for my sister. My mom is on an anti-L rampage and there is nothing the girl can do to make it better. Other than grow up and be a responsible human being, I suppose.
Today my mom was asking her if she was going to her class tomorrow before the funereal, so L started explaining why it wouldn’t be worth her time to go (she’d only be there a half hour before she’d have to leave) and my mom started screaming at her that she didn’t want excuses, she just wanted a yes or no answer. When Mike pointed out that she was the one who asked dear sister about her plans, she didn’t know what to say.
Then someone was over here and made a comment about all the candy everywhere and my mom started bitching about my sister getting all the candy.
Ummmmm.
She got all the candy because my mom specifically TOLD her to get a shit load of candy for the pinanta for this fake birthday party she was throwing for Erik.
Have I ever mentioned how happy I am that I don’t live here? Mike has only heard it a million times this week. Not only is my family insane, this town is so economically depressed that there are condemned buildings lining some of the main streets. I can’t stand it here.
My mom wanted me to get Erik a birthday card so she could give him birthday money, but Mike and I put our foot down at that. I suppose a party can be fun, even though it sets a bad precedence, but a birthday present when it’s not the child’s birthday? No. Just. . . . no. Do I even have to explain it?
Later, a family friend came over and started going off about illegal immigration and asking how many illegal immigrants live in our neighborhood. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never asked to check the papers on all my neighbors. My mom and the guy started talking about how smart Arizona was to start checking all the paperwork and didn’t understand why Mike and I weren’t impressed with racial profiling. Our discussion got so heated it woke the unwakeable baby. Whoops! Normally I won’t talk politics with my mom since it is just easier to agree to disagree. Neither one of us are going to give. Interestingly enough, my dad is pretty much a total liberal even though he would never express it in those words and he certainly doesn’t vote.
At least my back is feeling quite a bit better. I may even be able to walk upright for the funereal tomorrow. I was *thisclose* to being upright today. I even managed to get my haircut, my brows waxed and a black cami for my outfit before totally collapsing.