Conversation
w/ my father this morning about potential Thanksgiving guests. Guests
at THEIR house, so there's not much I can do except prepare.
And by prepare I mean: reviewing possible scenarios, identifying exit
points throughout the house, locating all sharp objects/utensils and
maintaining a closer distance than any other persons, ensure cordless
phones are within arms reach, and finally, devising a plan to always
have a bottle of wine in hand!
Conversation:
Me: She may come?? Why do you like her? She's old and has kids.
Dad: So are you. (insert deep old man belly laugh)
Me: OK, bye. (immediately offended, starts rocking back and forth, and
hangs up (sort of similar to slamming a door and stomping upstairs to
my room)
Decide to call my mother at work for some positive attention and clarification.
Conversation w/ my mother:
Me: She may come?? Why do you like her? She's old and has kids.
Mom: Yes.
Me: Why do you like her?
Mom: Because and I have to go, bye!
Immediately offended again.
HOLANX setting in early. HOLANX is my self diagnosed condition -
Holiday Anxiety. Treatment is lots of wine, car keys, and tape for my
mouth.
Dad: So are you. (insert deep old man belly laugh)
Me: OK, bye. (immediately offended, starts rocking back and forth, and hangs up (sort of similar to slamming a door and stomping upstairs to my room)
Decide to call my mother at work for some positive attention and clarification.
Conversation w/ my mother:
Me: She may come?? Why do you like her? She's old and has kids.
Mom: Yes.
Me: Why do you like her?
Mom: Because and I have to go, bye!
Immediately offended again.
HOLANX setting in early. HOLANX is my self diagnosed condition - Holiday Anxiety. Treatment is lots of wine, car keys, and tape for my mouth.
