Well this whole thing of course is Bryan Thomas’ fault. Here I am working hard to close down my computer for the night and after quickly packing in some work I need done for tomorrow. Procrastination? You bet. Love it! Own it!
Then before the big shut down I peek at my email. Why there is one from the Intrepid Optimist, the previously mentioned Mr. Thomas. Oh please I beg my pretending Mom in my head, just a peek. I am then made to suffer a lecture about how one I look I am lost to the world of Useful Things. No NO I persist. Just a pleasant short read to tickle my brain.
Also I must admit I have already taken my sleeping pill so typing is like slogging fingers through very thick fog are frequently required me to repair and repeat until I get the damn thing right. Because his title is Lack of Consideration found here got me thinking about how entertaining a blog on insults – only the very best ones- would be fun to right. I will think tomorrow, I say to my self, but suddenly WHAM! one the best from the past comes to mind. And….yeah….I have to do it TONIGHT.
The only hope is that it will be very short, because what came to mind is no biggie. I have a very very loved and cherished Aunt. Actually a Great Aunt. When I was young, much much much younger my family disowned me for a time – not long you understand – I mean how could their lives possibly go on forever sans moi. Anyway in that time Uncle Jack and Auntie Fran took me under their wing, loved me without judgement and to this day I am most devoted to them. Dear Jackie Bugs as Frannie used to call him left us 12 or 13 years ago and Frannie has carried on with great dignity, and pain, and between the two of us we keep wonderful stories about Jack and thereby keeping him somewhat alive. But this is not about them sort of.
Jack and Fran and I and whatever husband of the moment I was with socialize frequently. One day they drove from Toronto to our house in Cambridge. “Ah” she said in her formal Australian speech style, “Your Uncle Jackie parked in a lot on the way up here to pick something up. When we returned to the car there was a note on the windshield. Someone had not been happy with his parking skills. I thought the note was a perfect scolding. It read:
“MAY THE FLEAS OF A THOUSAND CAMELS INFEST YOUR ARM PITS.”
See? Nothing to go to war or even scuffles for …point made. And a chuckle.
So you are right my fine Intrepid Optimist friend……Don’t some mothers ‘av ‘em?