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!!!!


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?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: