Wednesday, November 01, 2006
They'll Yank You Baldheaded If You Let Them
After the stellar day I had, why should I not have expected a similarly stellar evening? I should have locked the door, turned off the phone, and draped the house in garlic. I'm singing Aretha right about now -- Rescue Me!
One family member after another has been on the phone tonight, each piece of news worse than the one before. As things now stand, I seem to be the only sane one in the bunch. And that ain't saying much.
My mother's got a "thing" on her head, just one more in a never-ending litany of ailments, some real, some imaginary. And now my brother's back home with her. He's been married less than a year and he's ... just now finding out that he married a fruitcake (his second nutcase)?! How much darker did the handwriting on the wall need to be?
One of my cousins seems to have had a nasty breakup with her, um, girlfriend, and one of my steps has moved back in with her ex-husband. Again.
And my son... When the dam breaks there and I'm ready to start venting, well, it'll take a whole new blog to get all that out.
I'm heading for the bathtub, which is a much better solution than pulling my hair out. Or my ... teath, one of those Twisted Words I stumbled across earlier tonight. And damn it, I was certainly entitled to that one little giggle, too. I want lavender oil, and water as hot as I can stand it. A glass of wine might not be a bad idea, either. Damn it, there could be a tear or two involved. Yep, I'm wound about as tight as I can take. Something's gotta give.