My mom can't come to the blog right now. She's sitting in the Happy Chair on her ample heiney, drooling into her sweatshirt over a tuxedoed Pierce Brosnan in Die Another Day.
It occurred to Mo-ther that she has never watched a James Bond movie from start to finish, and this particular Thursday seemed like as good a place as any to start. I would have started with something involving a more classic Bond, but this is my stupid mo-ther we're talking about, after all. So I will wait until she gets to one featuring Sir Connery before I reveal the news that the most recent Bond looks like Yours Truly with his fair hair and devastatingly handsome disposition.
Thank you for all of the lovely encouragement about the "situation" Mo-ther is presently embroiled in. As she was boo-hooing the other night about her predicament, I reminded her that this is only a test and that she needn't worry about being made to feel the dumb bell. There are plenty of us who love her...just as she is.
My Aunt Chrissy will step in eventually and set things to right again. As she is fond of saying..."My sister? Yeah, she's a marshmallow, and she has a little dog that doesn't know he's a dog....but I'm the one you have to watch out for. I'm the dog that BITES."
You have to love that in an aunt.
Tomorrow has been reserved for homekeeping, and then, as God is my witness, I am locking Mo-ther in the studio on Saturday until she comes out with a proper stitching basket in place. It has been far too long since she had needle and thread in hand, and although I am a simple pup, methinks that this is surely most of her problem.
Besides, I can only put so many sedatives in her evening tea before the authorities are called and I am whisked away to account for my sins.
I do hope that this finds you well and that you know how much Mo-ther and I love and cherish your friendship. It's an odd connection that we share, but one that is most truly priceless to us both.
With much love from your pal,