Blogging from the homefront continues...
I spent the first week of my vacation with my sister, Marianne, in Tennessee, where I can’t be awed enough by the amount of space she has for just her husband, her and their two comically oversized cats: three bedrooms, three bathrooms, a freakin’ bonus room. Are you kidding me? Bitch, your whole house is a bonus room. Basically, she’s living the life known as How The Rest of The Country Lives.
But in her otherwise lovely Wisteria Lane-like neighborhood, I’ve named the house across the street Dysfunction Junction. Why? Stellar question. It all started when the (toothless) mother and (probably un-toothed) 16-year-old son got in a fight. In fact, I’ve been on the phone with Annie a few times when she’d be stealthily watching the police arrive as the shirtless teen punched walls and stuff outside the house.
Tme most recent adventure was the son was kicked out so he hatched a plan to buy a used car and live in the driveway. So far so good, right? But then the mom put her teeth in, went to the car dealership and bought the car out from under him.
Stay tuned tomorrow when I get a haircut at Wal-Mart. Really.
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4 comments:
And THAT is why she is living in so much space. Ya need another room to run to when the bullets and teeth start flyin'.
Yee-haw! Life's great in Tennessee!
Brilliant tag. COME HOME!
Walmart, huh? So you're gonna go for the poofy bangs and some peroxide? Sweet.
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