Two Not-So-Great Tastes That... Do Something Together
Me: You got your religious intolerance in my angst!
My Mother: You got your angst in my religious intolerance!
And now a translation for those who don't speak my brand of crazy. Thanksgiving was down at Grandma's house (sidenote: she's really not looking too good :\), which of course meant there was going to visit the spot in her backyard where Max was buried. Except somehow I got swept up in actual Thanksgiving preparations so we never got around to it till right before I was supposed to go home. So I ask Mom to take me down, she leads the way, I follow... and so does Aunt Cyndi's husband, Uncle Pat. Uncle Pat and Aunt Cyndi are the family Pagans (I'm the closet not-quite-atheist, while my sister is the closet proper-agnostic, but we both have the sense to pay lip service around the fundies--that is, around everyone else), so of course as soon as he walks away my mom goes into this seething rant about how she hates that he knows where her cat's body is cause... I don't know, she's afraid he'll come and turn him into a kitty zombie or something. Gee, thanks Mom, it's not like I was trying to have a quiet moment to myself and talk to Max's grave or anything. -_-
My Mother: You got your angst in my religious intolerance!
And now a translation for those who don't speak my brand of crazy. Thanksgiving was down at Grandma's house (sidenote: she's really not looking too good :\), which of course meant there was going to visit the spot in her backyard where Max was buried. Except somehow I got swept up in actual Thanksgiving preparations so we never got around to it till right before I was supposed to go home. So I ask Mom to take me down, she leads the way, I follow... and so does Aunt Cyndi's husband, Uncle Pat. Uncle Pat and Aunt Cyndi are the family Pagans (I'm the closet not-quite-atheist, while my sister is the closet proper-agnostic, but we both have the sense to pay lip service around the fundies--that is, around everyone else), so of course as soon as he walks away my mom goes into this seething rant about how she hates that he knows where her cat's body is cause... I don't know, she's afraid he'll come and turn him into a kitty zombie or something. Gee, thanks Mom, it's not like I was trying to have a quiet moment to myself and talk to Max's grave or anything. -_-