raise your glasses and your disposable perscription soft lenses to my mother, mum, mama, mummy, mudder, ma. oh and yours too. this is the day we observe them. that is to say, this is the day that we love them--inspite of the craziness.
woke up late this morning, which did not impress or please my mother as she kept calling and calling and calling and.. all i wanted was five extra minutes!
oh i got them, those measly minutes, but i can't says i enjoyed them altogether well. no matter.. caught a bit of the original version of the movie about Stella Dallas.. starring barbara stanwyck (sp?) and the lot of them from those days. i kinda just wanted to stay home after that.. i was weakened. but i couldn't do it.
we went for a drive into the day. we took a lunch. we laughed at people. i became irritated and angry with people and she kept on laughing.. mostly at me. i wanted to buy her jewelry but she kept saying i should save my money and refused all of the customary gift-giving (the kind thats usually directed at her) that has become the norm for these kinds of days.
case in point, at the dept.store she went off on her own for a bit to "look for those shirts i wanted to get for your papa".
and now there are children making noise and i have to yell at them and be what seems like the grown-up. i hate being the grown-up.
16:33 - Sunday, May. 08, 2005
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