ENOUGH ALREADY

Greeting Hairballers,

Missed the OMG this week.  Sorry.  Hockey playoffs. I know, excuses, excuses.

Have you ever wondered why old people are so aggressive and obstinate?  They aren’t. In order to understand this, I had to become one.  Yea, it happens to all of us. Youth is but a fleeting thing and one morning you wake up and it’s gone. 

Those of us, who’ve gotten past the 7^th inning stretch (baseball term for the uninitiated), understand completely.  We aren’t aggressive—we’re assertive.  Having spent our lives pleasing others, we’ve finally figured it out.  We don’t have to do this—we never should have done it.  We’re setting boundaries and saying no—it’s make up time.

ENOUGH ALREADY©

         FMHorner

Margaret sat at round table

in the center of Gagelbees Restaurant,

surrounded by her daughter

and her daughter’s friends

the deer in the headlights look,

she’d practiced in the mirror all week,

was making her face ache and

the corner of her left eye twitch.

the perky waitress,

Mandi, with an I,

had plunked a party hat

onto Margaret’s head,

one of those cone jobs

in some sort of shiny paper

with an elastic that goes under the chins,

all of them

she’d taken it off,

hoping that her hair wasn’t standing on end,

and placed it beside her plate,

much to the everyone’s surprise.

“is your Mom all right?”

someone asked her daughter.

“I’m not invisible,” she said,

“if you want to know if I’m all right, ask me.”

just then, the waitress placed a drink in front of her,

saying, “here’s our Jack Daniels,”

to which Margret replied,

“you’re having one too, nitwit?”

“Mom, have you already been drinking?

you shouldn’t have alcohol

this early in the day,

it isn’t healthy,” her daughter said.

Margaret raised her glass in a silent toast

happy birthday to me,

at 84,

there might not be a later…

Yes, I’m still bossed around by my cat, the original hairball, but that’s another story for another day.

Hairballs to all,

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