OUR world doesn't just turn, it crumbles, shatters into a million pieces and burns. I think he's right, at least when it comes to my family.
I talked to my mom yesterday, she asked me if she could move in with me. Her and my elderly grandpa. Talk about role reversal....oh well, nothing I'm not used to.
Mom's often the one calling ME for advice, I just wish she would listen to me for once.
Currently at my mother's modest 4 bedroom (that I converted into 6 when ex-hubby and I did a brief stint with the parents) home, situated on half an acre, you will find the following:
15 Chihuahuas (at least, I've honestly lost count)
One 3 Bedroom Trailer Inhabited by:
My (almost) 25 year old brother.
His pseudo wife.
Their 6 year old son.
Their 3 year old son.
My 21 year old brother.
His pregnant pseudo wife.
And Sassy, the dog.
One Crazy Uncle
One Crazy Lesbian (Once very married and very straight) Aunt
One Crazy Lesbian Girlfriend
One Offspring of said Crazy Lesbian Aunt
One Set of Crazy Parents
One Elderly Grandpa
Damn, I'm already tired just thinking about ALL of this....maybe I'll finish this post later.
Sounds like you have the perfect family Mrs. Cleaver!
Posted by: Brian | 09/14/2005 at 09:30 AM
"Sassy, the dog" eh? I may have to consider a name change.
Posted by: Sassy | 09/14/2005 at 10:46 AM
Oh man. Its going to be hard because its total role reversal-- and wait until you have to lay down all the ground rules. Sigh.
Posted by: D double E | 09/15/2005 at 02:45 PM
Brain: Right, like Mrs. Cleaver hopped up on meth pimpimg out her hoes for the next fix.
Sassy: Don't even think about it....I love everything about you!
D double E: Aahhh, no problem, she already changed her mind....women - sheesh!
Posted by: Jenn | 09/22/2005 at 01:32 PM