A Note from My Mother

Dear Poo,

I had a hard time this afternoon trying to get on your blog. After dinner, I had no problem and laughed myself silly...even had to read it to Dad.

I do take exception with a few of your statements. I stopped smoking when I was pregnant with Kris as I was hanging over the pot and hardly ever smoked again..except to steal a few drags from Edie at a cocktail party.

I was never pregnant smoking but I did drink some alcohol. Back then, there was never a warning about booze. It makes sense, tho.

I NEVER remember giving you kids some wine to put you to sleep. Are you hallucinating because of all your abstinences?

I fell off the wagon right after church on Sunday when I made promise to stop swearing. I met Alice H. and we were comparing aches and pains and I said, "It's the shits to get old."

So much for promises to God.

That's quite a bit of loot you'll owe some lucky organization. Only a few days to go, but, please, don't lose your head and fall off the barstool again.

Much love, Mom


(Ed. note: This is me, "Poo." A little nickname that has to do with cuteness not "number two." Secondly, my mom has been a big fan of the blog and she is quite a clever writer herself! Thirdly that picture above is my mom and dad and my grandmother. Smart looking aren't they?

Finally, yes she did give us wine to sleep. I remember clearly one time when I couldn't sleep and she gave me a little glass of wine. I slept like a baby. And by the way, I smoked a cigarette last night. Again, you can blame the Brits--they were trying to get me to drink so I opted for a fag .)