When All Else Fails, Call Mom.

Hmmm. Maybe I’m feeling a little insecure these days? Last night I had this nightmare: My Dad called my co-worker (rather than me) for legal advice, my sister wouldn’t take my calls, my brother gave me “the Dick Powell” (his special angry face), my husband was on the phone calling other women “baby” and then, when I complained, mentioned that his first wife (first wife ?!?) hated it too but in prison (prison ?!?) he had learned to accept himself.

Finally, in panic mode, I called mom. “Come on over honey,” she said, “I’m making a casserole.”

Thanks Mom!!!!

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1 Comment

  1. onegirlfriday said,

    April 10, 2008 at 9:37 am

    yes, even in dreams, i plan out a menu. it is what I do. consistent aren’t I?


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