Monday, February 13, 2006

Things are looking up!

My sister might be moving back to her own house today. She and that Kevin had some 'talks' yesterday and appear to be sorting things out. I am very happy about this development, mostly becasue I want my sister to be happy, but also because of things like this...
Yesterday dinner time, we are eating comfort food: mashed potato, gravy and venison sausages.
Her. 'How come you eat like that?'
Me, poised with fork half way to mouth. 'Like what?'
'You eat everything one thing at a time.'
I look at the virgin white mound of potato on my fork. 'Dunno, that's just the way I eat. I don't like stuff mixed up.'
'Not even the gravy?'
'I might dip my sausages in it.'
'But you won't take a bite of sausage and potato together?'
'You're so anal.'
Right, and then this. '...Sienna Miller and blah blah Lindsay..., Branglina! Paris, so weird...'
I don't want to know who any of these people are, but I do. I don't want to, but now I can tell you who Mary Kate Olson is and worse, who she used to date. I know what a Paris Hilton is( some kind of heiress who might well be a fungal growth)
My mind is turning to treacle.
Then there is the morning thing. I am not an early riser. I flalump out of bed about nine. That seems early enough for me, after all I don't have to travel to work. I like to drink coffee and consider the possibility of work for a while. Sometimes I don't bother getting dressed for hours. If the muse strikes I might just work straight through lunch and then go to the gym.
My sister gets up at seven: she makes noise, has showers, blow dries her hair, eats breakfast...all fine during the week, but she does this on the weekend too. She talks first thing in the morning. I do not. She HUMS! She is cheery: I want to kill her.
However- if she is going home- I can put those homicidal thoughts back in the closet with all the other pent up feelings I harbour for members of my family.
I will even help her pack.


Blogger Gorilla Bananas said...

Kevin? As in Kevin the Gerbil? Quite appropriate that he chose a mate who forages away at the crack of dawn. Humming would more bearable if people chose decent tunes, which they never do. Aren't things quiet without Dr Maroon?

6:04 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

She does a sort of tuneless hum, not any song in particular. It is almost unbearable.
Yep, odd with the Docky, sort of like Sunday night in Boarding school when not everyone is back yet.

6:44 p.m.  
Blogger Twenty Major said...

No doubt he's off writing an epic poem that only 8 people will understand.

6:47 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Twenty! Stop that. I like the stories, you can be such a brat sometimes. If you don't understand it that is too bad.

7:24 p.m.  
Blogger Andraste said...

8 people, TM? That's more than Joyce, anyway.

11:28 p.m.  
Blogger LindyK said...

FMC, I think it's quite generous of you to help her pack, especially after having let her crash at your pad... putting up with cheery people is impossible most mornings!

7:16 a.m.  
Blogger Sarah said...

i completely understand.

people that are chipper in the A.M. make me want to puke.

it's not so bad, but they expect EVERYONE to be that way.


7:19 a.m.  
Blogger Twenty Major said...

Maroon knows I am merely taking the piss out of him, FMC.

Are your homicidal thoughts in the same closet as Tom Cruise?

8:56 a.m.  
Blogger Monstee said...


You a little off FMC. Paris Hilton am some kind of heiress AND a fungal growth!

Good Luck on the family front!

9:40 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Why Twenty, Poor Tom, is he making you angry... coz he won't come out of the closet...
And yes, people who are unnaturally cheery in the morning deserve slapping.
Ta Monstee, I figured as much.

10:26 a.m.  
Blogger KnackeredKaz said...

Oh God I totally understand. Only for me it's not my sister, it's my parents (I know I know, I still live at home, so sue me).

It's not that they're not nice people it's just that every time I turn around they're there! No matter what time I get up at in the morning, they're there. I can't so much as eat a piece of toast in peace without them talking to me.

And then when I get home from work, they're there. When I go into the kitchen for a sandwich, they're there, when I try to go for a shower, they're there. (Do you think I've used the phrase they're there too much yet?!)

It's just wrecking my head. And before you say it, yes I do pay rent AND bills AND buy my own groceries, but I know it's still their house....but Jesus give me five friggin minutes!

Phew, ok, rant over!!!! Great post FMC

3:23 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Indeed and welcome Mizz Kaz, parents are to be avoided at all costs. I spend great swaths of my time plotting how to avoid my mother. I am getting rather good at it.

6:45 p.m.  

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