Monday, November 9, 2009

A Family Affair And Vodka

This morning Junior called bright and early to make sure that she got in on the ground floor of my services. Namely, helping her with her grandchildren. The conversation went like this:
Junior: What are you doing today? I mean, hello.
Me: I have a bunch of shit I have ship out and I have to call Debbie (MK's sister, the one I don't hate).
Junior: Good, then you can come down here and run interference for me with Tristan (her two year old grandson who tries to climb in bed with the baby when she's sleeping).
Me: OK
Junior: Don't come too early, though. The liquor store doesn't open until 11.
Me: Am I sensing that you want me to pick something up for you?
Junior: Vodka, please.
Me: Ah yes, the opiate of the housewife.
Junior: Hey! I work full-time and these kids aren't mine.
Me: Regardless, my observation stands.

So, I called Debbie, went to the liquor store, the post office, and the Valero station to get cigarettes, then I drove down 588 to Junior's house. It sounds more interesting than it was, but anyway, Debbie had given me a juicy earful of what is going on in her neck of the woods, and I was anxious to discuss all of the revelations with Junior. An endeavor, as it turns out, that was a complete systems failure because, apparently, if a topic is not directly related to Junior, then she has almost no interest in it. I would say that I got a bit peeved, but she makes really good coffee and she was baking double chocolate cookies and whipping up that delicious cream icing that she puts on top of them. AND making meatballs! All with a baby on her hip! I got to have a meatball hoagie for lunch and some cookies for dessert, so I was completely unthwarted on one level while thwarted on another, seemingly lesser level.
After awhile I came home. And that brings us to a proper closure.

4 comments:

Phoenix said...

Yikes. I feel that in all honesty I have to point to your blog as a pretty awesome form of birth control right about now.

Maybe I'll just adopt a 20 year old when I'm older and call it good.

jennifer from pittsburgh said...

Gay is the best form of birth control ;)

drollgirl said...

well that sure sounds like some delicious food! YUM!

p.s. and these birth control comments are killing me. i have two cats and they are more than enough to handle. i can't imagine having kids. not USUALLY. sometimes. touchy subject.

jennifer from pittsburgh said...

I'm often too glib about the kids thing. The simple truth is that I couldn't tolerate birth control pills, got married after a disastrous stint in L.A., and had kids.
This is actually a long and involved story.