I’m over at Segullah today waxing philosophical. And reading what I wrote made me cry. Seriously.
P.S. My sister is on her way here as we speak (OK, we’re not speaking, but you know what I’m saying. Only I’m not actually saying it. Oh, come on! You know what I mean.) I’m just really, really excited. We’re going to talk until our mouths fall off. Isn’t that a lovely image? (yes, Mom, we’re going to talk about YOU! All about how weird you are.)
I am so excited for you. I hope you have a great time visiting with your sister! And be nice to your mom, she has a GREAT name!
The OTHER Lorie said…
I KNEW IT! I KNEW you would be exchanging weirdness stories about the woman who brought you up in blood, sweat and tears, mopped your fevered brows, cleaned up your not-potty-trained messes, and starved you if you didn't practice piano.
(You probably ought to record them for your upcoming book "Mommy Weirdness" or "Mad Mom – ThunderHome") Hopefully, I'll be dead by then.
So this one time, in Semenary….
I hate to break it to you ladies, but as an outside observer, you each have a smidgens of your mother that are more magnified with time.
But that doesn't mean I don't love you for it.
I like to write "as I type," which is kind of ridiculous, but that's okay.
My sister and I talk about my Mom right in front of her. And I wish she were on her way here right now. Lucky.