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R. Linda:
I sat there, the fumes from the manure totally oblivious to me who had been inhaling them for quite some time. Tonya took a whiff of the blankie and said, "Oh my God Mom, you don't want this it smells of cow manure. Speaking of which Gabriel . . . " she inclined her head at me and then towards the shower.
"OH," I understood immediately. I smelled like cow dung and here I was sitting on the furniture smelling like a barn animal, a lot of barn animals. "But me tea . . . " I stammered.
"For good God's sakes Gabriel, go shower," the dragon hissed at me, then to Tonya she said, "That blanket smells of cow manure? How is that possible?"
Reluctantly, I put down me untouched tea and with head down, shoulders slumped, marched meself off for a shower like a wee child. Once in the hot steamy shower I revived enough to plot in me head ways of offing the dragon-in-law. But that was cut short when SHE came into the bathroom without even a knock or a care that her son-in-law was al natural.
"Gabriel, I had a thought, my daughter is allergic to red food colouring. I am surmising that O'Hare is too, and it wasn't the sugar in the Jell-O it was the red dye."
I was not believing this conversation was taking place. WHO DOES THAT? She sat herself down on the edge of the toilet seat, teacup in hand and started telling me about Tonya's childhood experiences with red food dye number 40. I was lathered up and the shampoo on me head was slowly drifting eye-ward. I didn't know what to say or do.
Finally, I asked her to please give me some privacy, we would discuss Tonya's allergy later.
"As you wish, but think about it. I think that's O'Hare's problem," she said and out she went leaving me with stinging shampoo in me eyes, while I found meself dancing around in the shower trying to get the soap off and not slip doing it. Then I realised she was drinking me tea!
Gabe
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R. Linda:
I sat there, the fumes from the manure totally oblivious to me who had been inhaling them for quite some time. Tonya took a whiff of the blankie and said, "Oh my God Mom, you don't want this it smells of cow manure. Speaking of which Gabriel . . . " she inclined her head at me and then towards the shower.
"OH," I understood immediately. I smelled like cow dung and here I was sitting on the furniture smelling like a barn animal, a lot of barn animals. "But me tea . . . " I stammered.
"For good God's sakes Gabriel, go shower," the dragon hissed at me, then to Tonya she said, "That blanket smells of cow manure? How is that possible?"
Reluctantly, I put down me untouched tea and with head down, shoulders slumped, marched meself off for a shower like a wee child. Once in the hot steamy shower I revived enough to plot in me head ways of offing the dragon-in-law. But that was cut short when SHE came into the bathroom without even a knock or a care that her son-in-law was al natural.
"Gabriel, I had a thought, my daughter is allergic to red food colouring. I am surmising that O'Hare is too, and it wasn't the sugar in the Jell-O it was the red dye."
I was not believing this conversation was taking place. WHO DOES THAT? She sat herself down on the edge of the toilet seat, teacup in hand and started telling me about Tonya's childhood experiences with red food dye number 40. I was lathered up and the shampoo on me head was slowly drifting eye-ward. I didn't know what to say or do.
Finally, I asked her to please give me some privacy, we would discuss Tonya's allergy later.
"As you wish, but think about it. I think that's O'Hare's problem," she said and out she went leaving me with stinging shampoo in me eyes, while I found meself dancing around in the shower trying to get the soap off and not slip doing it. Then I realised she was drinking me tea!
Gabe
Copyright © 2007 All rights reserved
