A meme, from Esereth.
The last conversation I had with my mother
M: ...so I was so thankful that the electricity was back on when we got back to her house, because I just wanted to go home and I didn't want to take her with me. (laughs)
M: The doctor said he'd never seen anyone heal so fast.
ND: (annoyed) Oh, God. Um, I mean...
M: I know. I know! (nervous laugh)
Followed by further discussions on the hows, whens and how-longs of our next visit out there. *shudder* She wants to see the boyos. She misses them. That's fine. That's good. But my visits back there are draining. Ask Popeye. He met a haunted, broken shell of a woman, after only two-weeks' stay. Ugh.
The last conversation I had with my father
D: Did you get the Panko breadcrumbs I sent you?
ND: Yes, I did. Thank you.
D: They don't burn like Italian breadcrumbs.
ND: Nope. They're great.
D: We're going to see an Agatha Christie play tonight.
ND: That sounds like fun.
D: I don't know which one it is...
Do you regret the person or manner in which you lost your virginity?
Nope. I'm still married to him. I just wished I'd been more relaxed. And sooner. I wish it'd happened sooner. Much sooner, like before marriage. I think O would agree...
The thing your parents never found out about.
Never found out about, or diligently plug their ears and la-la-la-la about? I have lists.
But they never found out about the Latin Kings. Or getting lost in Cabrini Green.
How much do you spend a month on groceries.
Enough to save a small African country from starvation.
The last lie you told.
To my children, of course! I told them the grocery store was all out of root beer. Boring, huh?
How often are your comments on other blogs made out of obligation?
Not often. And never to the folks on my sidebar.