Wot’s all this, then?

It’s cold & rainy and I really don’t want to leave the house. Really, really… really don’t. Who says I have to show up to dinner just because someone wants everyone there? I don’t want to be there. I’m fucking grown and don’t have to do shit that I don’t want, right? Not in my mother’s world. In mother’s world we all have to bow to her whims and God help us if we don’t. My boss and I were talking about her bullshit this morning before we all peaced-out of work. We just laughed and laughed at her ridiculousness.

I don’t know. I’ll play “nice” this year. I’ll make the stupid deviled eggs after they finish boiling. I’ll put on my stupid AWESOME dress & I’ll make my hair do… something. I’ll get in the damn car and drive across town and play “nice” and, damn it, I’ll do it sober.

Tomorrow, however, in my own home, I refuse to indulge anyone’s childish behaviour… and I WON’T be doing that sober. Right, Eddy?