Been way to serious the last few posts. Not that my hoarding mother has stopped saying rude, racist, cruel things or things that are so simply head-banging(ly) gross, but other things have taken a higher priority. Well, now... An all new episode of FTMOAH!
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"I need to ask a gross question..."
No. Please. Wait...
"What do you know about that 'feminine wash'? I was in the store and saw it, and I wondered if I should get it because, well, I sometimes mess myself and pee myself, and I was near an old lady who smelled like urine ...."
That is not what that is for...
"I thought it might help as I don't... [natter natter natter]...
It is feminine hygiene wash. For your vulva. [She continues going on about 'pissing herself'.] Um. Feminine wash is meant to wash one's 'hoo-haw' if one is concerned about vaginal smell... [She continues on talking over me despite several attempts that are getting heavier in the crude vernacular as I try to make her understand...]
Now, I finally get annoyed and lost most to all of my feminist points for the day.
....Mother, it is a wash for those who are concerned their 'cooter' smells like pussy.
... Sputtering..."Oh, I don't need that."
[Split second of hesitation] "Do you use it?"
GAHHHH! Not having this conversation with you!
"Well, I used to douche ...."
I hung up. NO. No. NO NO NOOOOONOOONOOOW!
And here is the thing. Her personal hygiene is absolutely dreadful. She smells really bad. I am sure the incontinence underwear merely adds another layer to that ... fragrance? So sad. She smells of the hoard as well. Since her hand surgery in late November, she has been going to a local beauty shop and getting her hair washed and set every 2-3 weeks (usually prior to a doctor's appointment). Another group of people I should send flowers to...
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For those who read frequently, Dr. Wednesday, my mother's 'flying monkey' chiropractor who went to school with me is making the high dive from her pedestal. She apparently is out of patience with my mother's high drama tactics regarding the latest surgery, and my mother considered her 'snippy' and is now ruminating that she must be 'friends' with the hated surgeon. I am not getting in this, but I had to resist the urge to snicker like Reinfield in Young Doctor Frankenstein...
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Nothing else rises to mind to report. I am sure there will be more later! On a more personal note my two elderly kitties are doing well, and I admit it is hard to type with my most recent addition to my family standing on my chest, head bunting and nibbling on my cheekbones and chin. Hard to believe she will have been with us three months in two days. I think she likes me- her feline sister- the jury is still out... But they seem to co-exist fairly quietly with little conflict. I do not know if they will every be buddies, but they are not trying to kill each other.
On the health front my appointment with the teaching hospital is this Friday. I have been pretty sick off and on since mid December, and today was a really rough day, but January 1st I ran a 10K and kept dead on my marathon pace and ran it easily. Looking for a 10 miler, then a 1/2 marathon, and hope to run a full this summer.
Have a great week. Thank you for reading!
