My mother grates on my nerves like none other, but I love her. We were on the phone for an hour or so yesterday and it was easy (for once). Granted, I am very embarrassed that she mailed several baked items to my work address, at a federal agency mind you. She didn't even bat an eye as she told me the following: “What? I couldn’t find you. You didn’t return my phone calls. I had to mail you gluten-free fruit cake and Bengali pastries, it’s the HOLIDAYS, and you need them. Since you REFUSED to call me back, I pulled out your business card and found your work address. What’s the big deal?”
Yesterday I was pissed; today the story makes me laugh. Gotta love the crazy family.
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aren't moms just great?
thank you for your prayers/meditation.
Your mom is one feisty lady; so that's where *you* get it from, hmm :)?
Oh golly gee, how I LOVE mama's fruit cake. She can send one to my work address anytime: 1925 F St. NW, Washington, DC 20052.
Why didn't she mailed it at your home?
Okay, so I give her props for being semi-cool. Just this once, though.
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