Wednesday, April 30, 2008
I just got a phone call from my mother asking why I haven't posted yet today. She says my readers are waiting for me, that they are getting impatient with the ol' Refresh button. Which means that she is getting antsy, that she is sitting at her desk drinking a lukewarm Orange Fanta straight from the can, bored. I love my mom, you all know I do. And I hear you when you say that she needs her own blog because I think she does, too. She is a storyteller, a cross between the Southern Gothic of Faulkner and the insanity of Ab Fab. The thing is this blog has been a slight source of mother-daughter ire. I have had to censor some of her comments and ask that she maybe not comment on every. single. post. Which makes her ask me which posts she can comment on. When is it okay? Now? This one? Can I comment here? What about now?
Posted by Petunia Face at 11:03 AM