Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Fingers In The Pointing Position

Ya know... before you start pointing fingers at my husband, your eldest son, and warming up to send him on a guilt trip because he didn't drive to Minnesota on Friday to the funeral of his 80-something-year-old-uncle-by-marriage that he's maybe only seen eight times his entire life and wasn't close to at all... you might want to turn that fickle finger of fate around and point it at yourself, missy... you who didn't fly home from Ireland when your own mother died.

All I'm sayin'.