Friday, May 27, 2011
equitable
My Mom used to ask us if we had brushed our teeth over and over,
when we had told her yes 5 seconds before.
She called us by the wrong name, and said things like
"running around like an ant with it's head cut off."
All wrong.
We had fun laughing at her and thinking she was just a little bit senile.
She often replied,
"Wait till your my age."
Well,
I'm there.
(child rearing years)
At the end of the night when I'm catching up on the day with Nate,
it might go something like this,
"so today, that,...you know what I'm talking about,...(put hand to forehead to try and rub out the word), oh
never mind."
Really.
It's sad.
But I'm too tired to care.
And it is even more annoying when I am saying things to Nate like,
"that was a nice trade."
and he adds,
"yes, very equitable."
Or this morning from the shower I am yelling our plans for the day and I tell him
"I'll keep you posted."
and he says,
"Keep me appraised."
(I don't know if I'm more annoyed that my brain cells are decreasing exponentially,
or that he sounds like a snob rubbing it in my face.
he SWEARS it's not his intention.)
And I reply
"sho nuff."
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1 comment:
It would be a win-win if you could interface with Nate on an equitable basis.
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