For the first time in years, my mom started out her birthday actually pretty chipper. I was delighted! Normally she’s morosely depressed for her birthday. This time, she actually seemed upbeat. We discussed getting her a lemon filled éclair with chocolate frosting and maybe seeing if we could get her a few instance runs on Adashi before the raids tonight. (Can’t afford real presents… but darnit, donuts and heroics we can do!)
Until Aunt Karla called. Nice conversation to start and then came the catty remarks. Among the zingers, she says she doesn’t know why she came back [to Michigan], the family doesn’t pay enough attention or something to her. Lets see… she puts us on her shit list, acts catty and mean whenever we see her, gives ultimatums that she won’t attend family functions if we’re invited, and then declares that? Wow, Dr. Phil would have a field day with this family!!
Now my mom is tearful, sighing wistfully, and morose. Gee, thanks Catty Karla. You’re a real peach.
And there’s still two more family members left to call to give mom her “birthday greetings” — Sheba and Aunt Kathy. Sheba better behave and mind her tongue. Or I might just have to hurt that hateful old hag!
Does “Don’t take it Personally” include a clause about wanting to choke a bitch? >_< Yeah, I’m not doing so well on the whole “not taking it personally” thing. *giggles*