Monday, May 14, 2012

HDMD +1

Well, kittens, it wasn't too bad.  Okay, I did have a complete breakdown while onstage.  I do not recommend singing, 


"I had to learn how a heart can yearn, how tears can burn, 
With no one to turn to.
I know now that I can't forget--I can't for I don't know how.
I guess I never knew how I needed you.  But sweetheart I know now."


while celebrating Dead Mother's Day.  But they pay me, so I must.


I fully admit to speaking the last two lines...vocal malfunction due to copious snot caused by tear overflow.


The two show day was followed by a four drink night.


Today I feel special.


I thank all of you for taking care of me and going to Elephant Journal and meeting the Nana Lady.  She was a pisser and I miss her to the bone.


But today the little dog has a bad belly.  Me too.  Wait, did he have a four drink night too?


Baxter, you've got some 'splaining to do.


So, on HDMD +1 I take care of the little dog with the bad belly.  


Wet doggy kisses to all of you.








Thursday, May 10, 2012

HAPPY DEAD MOTHER'S DAY




My inbox bursts with solicitations for Mother’s Day.

“Treat Mom: Wine & Norman Love Chocolates,” “FTD.com Half Off Flower & Gifts for Mom,” “Loft Celebrates Moms,”

and the kicker:
“Let Me Be Your Mommy.” (Wait…what?).
I currently call it “Dead Mother’s Day.”
I think it surprises people when I say dead or died, as opposed to passed or past. Or my least favorite…moved on.
Mary: “I’m sorry. That was thoughtless of me.”
TiZ: “What was?”
Mary: “Talking about Mother’s Day.”
TiZ: “Why?  Because my mom is dead?”
Mary: “A friend of mine found it difficult after her mother moved on.”
TiZ: “Oh, well, mine didn’t move. She died.”

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