Spiky Bugger
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About 47 years ago, MrSue, MiniSue and I got home from visiting my indecorous grandfather. Phone was ringing. It was my mom, somewhat confused. She asked what had happened at my granddad’s house.
Me: Nothing. We visited and left.
Mom: NOTHING?
Me: Well, I got out to the car, handed the baby to her dad, went back in the house and said “I know you just said all your friends are now in the obituaries. In case that was your way of telling us goodbye, I want you to know how much you are loved and how…without you…there would have been no “father figure” in our lives and we don’t WANT you to go. I love you, we love you and thank you.” Why? What’s wrong?
Mom: He called here, sobbing and said, “La chingada loca Susana me hizo llorar.” [Rough translation: That crazy, fucking Susan made me cry.] I asked him what happened, but he couldn’t talk!
And I thought telling him would be a GOOD thing. LOL
Me: Nothing. We visited and left.
Mom: NOTHING?
Me: Well, I got out to the car, handed the baby to her dad, went back in the house and said “I know you just said all your friends are now in the obituaries. In case that was your way of telling us goodbye, I want you to know how much you are loved and how…without you…there would have been no “father figure” in our lives and we don’t WANT you to go. I love you, we love you and thank you.” Why? What’s wrong?
Mom: He called here, sobbing and said, “La chingada loca Susana me hizo llorar.” [Rough translation: That crazy, fucking Susan made me cry.] I asked him what happened, but he couldn’t talk!
And I thought telling him would be a GOOD thing. LOL
