this is due to me being all grumpy and everything, isn't it?

....my mother and my grandmother--my mother and my grandmother--ship John Lennon and Paul McCartney. They did it back when they were watching it happen. My nephew is trying to sing We Can Work It Out and he's not getting the words but he's got the melody line down.

My mother today in a perfectly ordinary car on the way to the pharmacy sighed and talked about their meant-to-be'ness.

My life, what is this, how is this, what?

*lies down*

Two more days of work. Two more days and I am free like the wind, or at least, more free, less homicidal. When this is over, oh man there will be an entry on my rage. Oh the rage. And the entry.

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[azurehart]

Mom likes to live in denial. If you ask her she will say that the only gay person she can remember seeing on TV is Mr. Rogers. I never really cared for his show (even as a small child I hated to be talked down to, and he did that a lot), but because I knew my Mother hated Mr. Rogers Neighborhood I used to make her watch it with me. I was kind of evil when I was 3.

I wonder if I could casually bring that up to her, then while talking about all the puppets on his show I could bring up plushies and the possible connection there. Okay, so I'm still kind of evil.