I love you mom
Dec. 7th, 2010 12:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crazyfurries...but half the time I'm not sure if you're operating with half the brain of a crazy chatspeaker or half the brain of the average woman your age.
I'll be glad to be your driving buddy for the 3-4 hour drive down to Chicago to see your very good oncologist.
But here is a thing. I will not be any more able to understand what the hell you two are going on about anymore than the last time we did this. Taking away my sewing or my sketchbook is NOT going to improve my ability to comprehend and concentrate. Last time I recall the gist of your talk being about compatibility, talking about how the doctors in Milwaukee had dropped the ball and now you're stuck picking up the slack with these doctors. It was the same thing you complained about for 3 hours on the drive down there.
And then there's the DELIGHTFUL tidbit about what's happening on the way back. Clothes shopping.
I can count the number of times that a trip for clothes that didn't have frustration involved on ONE HAND. Seriously. Just give me $150, let me arrange a day for me to get Michelle Burgdof to come with me and we will find me several new interview outfits. Put simply, mom, I love ya, but I don't trust your judgement with my affairs anymore. Your definition of 'nice clothes' make me feel like a seal stuffed into a business suit. Always a few months later the shirts will not fit my chest without looking like the buttons are going to pop right off.
We've had the talk about our differences in vocabulary too, what one phrase reads to you, means something totally different for me. I've heard this broken record too many times before, can we please just take it outback and use it for target practice?
I'll be glad to be your driving buddy for the 3-4 hour drive down to Chicago to see your very good oncologist.
But here is a thing. I will not be any more able to understand what the hell you two are going on about anymore than the last time we did this. Taking away my sewing or my sketchbook is NOT going to improve my ability to comprehend and concentrate. Last time I recall the gist of your talk being about compatibility, talking about how the doctors in Milwaukee had dropped the ball and now you're stuck picking up the slack with these doctors. It was the same thing you complained about for 3 hours on the drive down there.
And then there's the DELIGHTFUL tidbit about what's happening on the way back. Clothes shopping.
I can count the number of times that a trip for clothes that didn't have frustration involved on ONE HAND. Seriously. Just give me $150, let me arrange a day for me to get Michelle Burgdof to come with me and we will find me several new interview outfits. Put simply, mom, I love ya, but I don't trust your judgement with my affairs anymore. Your definition of 'nice clothes' make me feel like a seal stuffed into a business suit. Always a few months later the shirts will not fit my chest without looking like the buttons are going to pop right off.
We've had the talk about our differences in vocabulary too, what one phrase reads to you, means something totally different for me. I've heard this broken record too many times before, can we please just take it outback and use it for target practice?
