The Great Vacuum Debacle…

Helen has been continuously complaining to mom that their vacuum is too heavy and it hurts her legs and back when she uses it.  Well, mom heard Helen’s pleas of help and gave Helen a few hundred dollars to go get a lighter and newer vacuum. Helen went to Wal-Mart and fulfilled her wishes this morning.  Mom said she was a very happy housecleaner. “Don’t you dare tell your father I did that!” mom exclaimed to me over the phone. I live under a don’t ask and don’t tell bureaucracy. Right now, Helen is at the beauty salon with mom as mom gets her hair poofed up in Marge Simpson fashion. Mom still can’t drive.  Mom is also vehemently insisting on paying Maggie’s Veterinarian bill. I’ve got to get a check from her then I will drive out and bring Maggie home. I’ve been so caught up in various things that I forgot to ask my father last night what Helen is cooking today.  “Anything but Ham, and peas and carrots!” is my motto.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - October 4, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs