this is not the post you've been waiting for. or, dreading, as the case may be.
why not, you ask?
well, because, after all of yesterday's soul searching and self-empowerment, i have surrendered my will to write to my mother, who said:
like hell you are going to tell that story.*
and i said:
oh yes i am going to tell that story.
and then i sat down at my computer, logged into blogger, looked at the blank screen and cursed my mother's name, because i am still scared of her, and she said don't write it, and so now i'm not going to.
should cause one to think for a moment.
i mean, my mother has clearly heard the story. in fact, she was sitting right next to me when i first heard the story, which was told last sunday at the dinner table, in mixed company.but, enough.