So... tired...
Oct. 11th, 2002 12:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeGot up at ungodly hour today so the locksmith could do his thing at my door. I now have a lifetime guaranteed uberlock o' death securing my little apartment. Ironic, 'cause there ain't much to steal in there.
So the locksmith made eyes at me the entire time, which was fine (I don't care and he was like three feet tall which didn't help his cause any) and I made breakfast for my mother who was trying to make friends with the cats. I must point out that they haven't liked her since she locked them in the bathroom on her last visit (when the carpenter came, because she was afraid they'd run out the open door).
Yes, my family is weird, but they're pretty cool by most standards.
We had a minor clash when she decided that I couldn't possibly go to work dressed as I was (oy), but I squelched that with a: "For Heaven's sake, would you let me wear the clothes I want to?" and a friendly smile accompanied by more coffee. She got the point.
*sigh*
Maternal Units are complicated things.
So the locksmith made eyes at me the entire time, which was fine (I don't care and he was like three feet tall which didn't help his cause any) and I made breakfast for my mother who was trying to make friends with the cats. I must point out that they haven't liked her since she locked them in the bathroom on her last visit (when the carpenter came, because she was afraid they'd run out the open door).
Yes, my family is weird, but they're pretty cool by most standards.
We had a minor clash when she decided that I couldn't possibly go to work dressed as I was (oy), but I squelched that with a: "For Heaven's sake, would you let me wear the clothes I want to?" and a friendly smile accompanied by more coffee. She got the point.
*sigh*
Maternal Units are complicated things.
