Mommy Dearest
My mother is coming in from L.A. today, and will be here for two weeks for my sister's wedding. This is cool, because in the past year, I've only seen my mother twice. I say that now, but ask me again in a few days and I'm sure I'll be singing a different tune. She's a bit high maintainance. Alright, she's very high maintainance. She's always broke, or complaining, or yelling about senseless crap. Or all of those things, all at once. She's that way. She's an actress. A drama queen like no other. But I love her still. Through her financial, and sometimes mental instability, I love her.
So. Ignore my posts over the next two weeks that involve my mother. I'll just be venting to the Internet Gods about how I hate having come from her because she is an irresponsible, self-absorbed lunatic. But no matter how much I say that I hate having her around, don't take me seriously. I do love her. She's my mother.