Where did I come from??

[susandennis]

I was born long before they really started fucking with genetics and I really don't think I was adopted but I do wonder where I got the me that is me... I am beginning to think that my genes must have been left over on the scapula from some mafia bitch.

Case in point... My mom has this friend, Libba. Libba is a royal pain in the ass. I mean she is irritating beyond belief in 100 different ways. But, she and Mom have been tight as ticks since Daddy died. Libba is a night person. Mom is not. This morning I get a note from her that Libba called her last night, work her out of a dead sleep and proceeded to chatter for 20 minutes about who in 'the home' was the sickest. Mom was not happy and in her email said - purely in jest - that she was thinking maybe she'd just give Libba a call this morning about 8ish. (Libba is loud and proud about never waking before 10 - ever.)

Ok. Well, see... I would never be friends with the annoying bitch anyway. BUT, she would SO be getting a call at 8 this morning. And we would be discussing politics - maybe leash laws since neither of us has a dog. Holey crap.

I did not get this primal need for punishment and revenge from my father either. He had his dark side but he was very kind - especially to your face. When he retired from the textile industry, he worked part time as a head hunter. His hobbies were Meals on Wheels and visiting little old ladies in nursing homes. I swear. Really.

I am demon spawn. Hey, everyone needs a skill group, right?

Comments

[katbyte.livejournal.com]

Well I was adopted, so I can blame my attitude on anything. Who knows where it comes from? Maybe my parents were executed for murder. Well, not really, but it could have happened.

[susandennis]

That would absolutely give it all a different spin for sure! But then I look at my sister and my brother - neither one of whom is even remotely like me in mind or body and ya gotta think maybe this genetics thing has some potholes in it anyway.

[katbyte.livejournal.com]

I think genetics is way over-rated. I feel very lucky that my parents picked me.

[art-thirst.livejournal.com]

So, did you call Libba?? I wish I listen in on a partyline... they don't even have partylines anymore but, sure would be a fun call I bet. :-))

[susandennis]

Ohhhh ! Party Lines! My aunt used to have one and her neighbor was Bea and there was nothing more fun than to listen in on Bea's conversations! I had totally forgotten. Thank you!

But, alas, it is not my place to torture Libba. It's my place to listen to Mom bitch about how Libba tortures her. I love every one of the 3,000 miles between us.