lkh_lashouts | MOTHER'S DAY TAKE 2

Our Favorite Speshul Snowflake double blogged on the subject of Mother's Day. She might as well have saved risking a chip in her blood-red nail varnish.

LKH is in regular, I'm in bold purple.

Mothers Day 2

I usually hate sequels.
How I wish this was true!

They're never as fresh, or enjoyable as the original,
She knows, yet keeps on churning them out anyway.

The blog that I did in the morning for Mother's Day was dark, but by evening it was better. Why?
You'd stopped wangsting, and wallowing in the darkity-dark darkness of your tortured soul?

Since my bad mood had made me unable to come up with anything I wanted for a gift, Jon was on his own.
Question – why is her husband buying her a Mother's Day gift? *is slightly squicked*

Oh, dear, as any husband knows, you always want a clue. It's just safer that way. But Jon did fine. He got me the collector's edition of SWEENEY TODD. A gift I wanted, and one that my progressively grumpy mood had made me forget was even coming out. So, it was a good surprise.
Ahhh, Laurelle, your intimate knowledge of the male psyche is a bright beacon of insight and instruction to all us lesser females!
I now have an image of Jonboi, gift clutched in his sweaty, trembling hand, inching towards the darkened mouth of her ~~lair~~ office, from which spine-chilling snarls and howls are echoing, extending the package towards the terrifying creature lurking within, hoping it will placate/divert her attention long enough for him to escape without being ~~emasculated~~ eviscerated.

Then I got to do what I wanted to do with the day. I wasn't forced to cook a huge meal for everybody
Everybody as in you, Jon and Trinity? Yes, I can see how that would require you being dragged, kicking and screaming, to the kitchen – after other people had cleaned it, done your shopping and taken care of any other tasks, so you had only this one thing to do.
Mind you, I gladly cook Indian/Asian/Mexican banquets for up to twenty people at the drop of a hat, with minimal help, and no staff, so I have no sympathy for this silly, spoilt woman.

and work on my holiday.
This implies she is totally rushed off her feet, works all hours the Diety sends, and rarely sees the inside of her home before eleven pm each and every night – never mind having an actual holiday! God Damn It! She DESERVES to have Mother's Day off! She's EARNED IT!!

I didn't have to go out to one of those huge, impersonal, restaurants where you get food cooked in huge vats.
Real restaurants wouldn't be caught dead with vats. Where have you been going to eat out, Laurelle? KFC? Is that your idea of up-market cuisine?

What's with that, anyway? Eggs, and most meat need a little more of a personal touch than that.
How would you know? Mind you, that sounds a tad creepy – it sounds like she fondles the raw food....

Vegetables, well, my grandmother was a Southern cook which meant all veggies were cooked within an inch of their life, so cook it in a vat, all the same to me.
Ummm...correct me if I'm wrong, lashers who hail from the southern states of the USA, but don't you use saucepans?

We went out and saw Iron Man with Trinity and our friend Richard.
Hmmm...methinks we might have found the front runner for the “Nathaniel position” Laurenita and Jonboi were discussing a few blogs ago.

Neither of them had seen the movie yet. Why had we seen it without Trin? Because, she's still a little iffy on some of the violence or sexual content, so Jon and I preview movies. Just in case. You know the rule, whatever goes in their minds, sometimes makes a home, so be careful what you allow inside. Does that sound weird coming from me? Why? Just because I write about sex and violence doesn't mean I write for children. I most certainly do not write for children, and I've never pretended otherwise. The few times I've been informed that my books were discovered shelved in young adult weirded me out.
Excuse me if I gape in amazed incredulity!! This from the woman who writes about an abused, child prostitute who her ~~avatar~~ main character continues to use and abuse in myriad ways! Not forgetting Peter!! And the sons of the Mermaid!!! *is apoplectic with rage*

And, please, do not ask me if your teenager is old enough to read my books. I don't know your kid. By my daughter's age I was reading some very scary stuff, but she is not me, and stuff like that bothers her. Every child is like every adult, an individual. Know thyself, know your child, work from there.
Pompous, arrogant condescending....*trails off in angry muttering*

Jon and Richard sat together and Trin and I sat farther down. Uncle Richard would have taken the kiddo, but it seemed wrong on Mother's day to not sit with my girl.
Again, I am foaming at the mouth with rage, and am having trouble not pounding my head into pulp on my keyboard in rampant frustration.

Then we went out for dinner. We went to one of our favorite sushi restaurants. We all love sushi.
So...they cook it in vats?

Sushi, like most everything else in Japanese culture is an art, and you can't fake art.
You do.

So, the four of us sat, ate, visited. We drank really good green tea, salmon rolls, a lot of nigiri of various kinds, and a few appetizers.
Once again, Laurelle shows how cosmopolitan and epicurean she is. As opposed to us.

I think we'll make a movie and dinner out a Mother's Day tradition for the kid part.
Of course, it's for “the kid”, not you , Laurelle!

Uncle Richard went home,
Color me shocked!

and once the kid was in bed, then Jon and I had more grown-up plans.
OH NO! I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING!!

I'm sorry, it's my holiday, I may not have known what I wanted him to buy me from a store, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do with him afterwards. I may not be easy to buy for, but I'm easy to please, okay, scratch that. I'm not, but I do try to make it worth the effort. I'm all about rewarding for good behavior.
*rushes off to wash eyes with carbolic acid and throw up my own intestine*